Was I dreaming again? But the pillow beside me still bears the indentation of his head. I sink my hand into it. Caressing the memory of his lush hair, the late night/early morning stubble on his chiseled chin. The twenty foot lengths of silk drapery...
In his haste to get me completely naked he carried me in here instead of the other room I've been sleeping in since he dragged me back from the restaurant. It feels nice to be back in my old familiar surroundings. Like I belong here, have come home. Weird feeling seeing as...