GLORIA
It had been four days since I left his house, and I couldn’t get him off my mind. Not a single moment passed without the echo of his voice, the feel of his hands, the way he made me shiver from the inside out.
Every day, I had wanted to get into my car and drive straight back, pull up to his door, knock, and beg him to take me again.
Every day, the temptation gnawed at me. But I restrained myself. I told myself he needed space, that I needed to let him miss me… even though I knew he could still satisfy himself elsewhere if he wanted. That thought stung, but part of me craved the challenge, the idea that maybe he’d think of me just as much as I thought of him.
Today was Sunday, and the service had just started, but my mind wasn’t there. I could hear the familiar hymns, see the l
