Sarula
It was a dream come true. Everything about tonight felt right: the place, the ambiance, the food, the talk, its presence, the comfort. Even when the date started a bit awkward, thanks to my nerves and the mishaps that happened around my getting ready time, his calm and soothing presence made everything better.
I didn't want to admit it, but I had missed him. I wanted to be around him, I needed it. He became my center and my anchor, and I hope to be something close to that for him.
"Sary," he called out my name. The way it rolled out in his baritone voice made me shiver. It was something I would certainly struggle to control—my reaction to his voice, his touch, his eyes on mine.
"Have you missed me?" It was as if he was reading my mind. I was surprised that he was asking such
