He comes back with a small smile, I wonder who he was talking to, he drops his pants down and blushes now looking away for good. I hear him chuckle and close the bathroom door, I inspect his room for a while.
I go to his closet, pick out an outfit for him then start to unpack his back, and arrange his things in order, this is one of the things I miss most, sorting out his clothes.
When am done, I lie on his bed, feeling the soft silk against my skin, how it would feel to be in them with Omar, I close my eyes, picturing him against me, his fingers brushing against my skin lightly, it would be the perfect day, as he kisses me, his red lips on mine,
Both of us dwell on the sensations I've dreamt about for years.
I arch my hip, my privates burn at the thought of him against me, the love o
