My n*****s harden instantly. I swallow the moan of need building in the back of my throat.
His warm breath washing over my skin, he whispers, “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed you so f*****g much.”
“Really? Hmm. I must’ve missed all your phone calls. And your emails. And your inter-office memos. No, wait, I did get one of those. It wasn’t exactly filled with longing.”
After a moment, he says, “You’re angry.”
“You’re right. I am. Not only angry, but frustrated and confused too.” I turn around, face him, and push him gently back a foot or two. “Why have you been ignoring me?”
“I could never ignore you.”
“Yet you have been.”
“No. I’ve been obsessing over you. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s all I do. I’m f*****g useless.”
My pulse is jagged. I want him to pull me into his arms
