C48 Being Apart

Proserpina

Lucien was away for more than three and a half months.

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I missed him, the nights were long without his rough hands sliding over me, squeezing, probing, and awakening a need in me that I had not known ever existed before he stormed into my life. I lay, wrapped in the sheets, staring out as the night faded, giving way to grey dawn before dozing off fitfully