There is nothing like being home for the holidays and taking a step away from everything you work on at school.
It is a more than needed respite from stress and the crippling pressure of building my entire future. It is a cliché, but this has always been my favourite time of year by a landslide, if not just for the mental break I always need at this point in school.
So why is it so hard to be home?
Two words: Harlan. That much is obvious.
Ok, that’s one word. But still...
Whether it is the missing him or the fear of losing him is another matter entirely to be debated in my already overwhelmed mind.
I miss him, of course. I miss the shockwaves he can send through my skin without touching me. I miss being ravished and pleasured until I can't possibly take any more. I miss the feeling o
