Since the day I’d told her I would fuck her over every surface of my home—which I had full intentions of doing—things had been strange between us. Our text conversations were kept light and always to the point. She wasn’t cold or distant, but… guarded. I convinced myself it was because she was still broken over her missing friend. But there was an odd feeling in my chest. Heaviness. A longing I’d never felt before. And it wasn’t until two days ago that I realized what it was. The foreign sensation surprised me, sending an icy chill through my body. I missed her. I fucking missed her. Her
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