Jonathan
There was nothing, absolutely nothing in this world that could make me leave this woman. No war, no shift, no street trouble, no call on the radio. Nothing. Because at that moment, there, with her on top of me, her body pressed against mine, her uneven breathing mingling with mine, all I wanted was this. Her.
I wanted a break. I wanted to disappear from the world, wanted time to stop right there, in that stuffy room, on that crumpled sheet, with her scent clinging to my body, my chest, my soul. I wanted to forget there was a slum to command, that there were problems, that there were responsibilities. I even forgot that I was the one on duty.
Because all I wanted at that moment was to feel more of her. More of my woman. Waking up with her sitting on top of me, after she had dr
