I love him.
I f*****g love him.
Not just any love. I love him like a husband loving a husband. Yes, not even like boyfriends.
I did not want to have fun with him. I did not care about dates. I did not want silly kisses and gifts. I did not want cute cards or teddy bears. I would wait for him until he came to me. I would give anything I was made up of. Every cell of my body waiting for him to be back.
A husband’s love to his husband. Unnerving, frightening, possessive and obsessive.
His eyes while he was moving inside me, his voice while he was squeezing me till I was breathless, his groans which I muffled with my palm imprinted deep in my heart.
I missed him. I wanted him again.
Jason was staring at me. “Are you blushing?”
“What?! NO.” I forgot we were in a restaurant.
He narr
