He looked drowsily around the dimly lit room, wondering what was wrong. Then he remembered Sonia was due to leave for Manchester that day and his spirits sank even lower. What was this addiction he’d developed for this woman in such a short time? Was he truly in love with her? He hadn’t ever been in love, so he didn’t know what it felt like. But this permanent state of acute need he experienced regarding her couldn’t be anything less. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his face with both hands, trying to put some order into his thoughts. He really needed to clarify once and for all his feelings for Sonia. He desired her, yes, more than he had any other woman, but on his part things went far beyond that. He was addicted to her presence, her smile, her delightful sense of humor. He enjoyed talking to her as much as he enjoyed making love with her. They’d spent their nights together as much talking to one another as they had pleasuring each other.
