After we pack in silence, I place her travel bag beside the door.
She’s still busy tossing her toiletries to her handbag. I lean against the wall where I pressed her while we fled to seventh heaven.
“I really don’t want you to go, princess,” I tell her honestly, hoping she will change her mind.
She stops packing and saunters toward me. I can see that she’s also sad about going back by her herself. “You’re gonna be with me soon when your mom is released from the hospital, right?” she asks, cupping my face.
My heart sinks as I lean my forehead into hers. “Yes, but I want to send you there by myself.”
She kisses, and I release a sigh into our mouth. She deepens her kiss. I grab her waist and wraps my arms around her. I want to feel every inch of her. I don’t want this to end because in a
