The climax had been intense, the kind that made my vision swim and my legs shake. But as the aftershocks subsided, I realized that a toy would never be enough. I needed him, the real him, not just the memory of his touch.
The dream had been a teaser, a taste of what could be, and I was left wanting.
I reached for my phone, my hand shaking as I typed out a text "I need to see you," but didn’t hit send. Hesitating, I stared at the message, then with a small shake of my head, I erased it.
The day passed with me avoiding eye contact with Crow, and I was thankful when my shift ended, but as I lay in bed, seeking sleep that was elusive, I couldn't help but think of Crow. Of how my body ached for him. The way he had made me feel in the dream, the way I knew he could make me feel in reality.
