Petra
I’m bored. There seems to be nothing on television and I can’t concentrate enough to read. My mind goes to Owen all the time. I wonder where he is, what he’s doing, and why he won’t come to me. It’s been three days.
And now that I have his cell number saved, I’m finding it hard to control the urge to call him. It’s like all I can think about!
If I could just talk to him, I think I could get him to stop thinking so negatively about what his little kink is. So, what? He likes to screw and go on about his life. There are far worse kinks than that!
A swift knock comes to the door, and I assume it’s someone sent to pick up my dinner dishes. I ordered a light salad. I’m just not hungry, but I eat something at each meal anyway. I can’t believe Owen can affect me so much when I don’t eve
