Akira
I wake up with a sense of loss. I immediately recognise what it is. I have felt this for whole last week.
And it hurts.
Because it's loss of Romero, of his presence.
Darn it!
Stretching, I open my eyes involuntarily and tense at unfamiliar surrounding but before I could panic, deeds of last night arise in full speed making my slump deeper in bed.
I sigh remembering how good it felt in his arms, how enticing he smells and how we both fit together. I yearn for him, crave for his touch and I'm greedy for his affections. Last night was one of my best nights and I never want to forget it.
I remember his words but what does all that mean now? Do I want to get my hopes up for nothing? Am I ready to face him? Where is he? Is he going to pretend last night didn't happen? Or is he go
