The distance he’d placed between himself and Avery…it only heightened his craving for her. He awoke each morning with Avery in his thoughts, was kept awake through the nights by his yearning, and had caught himself so many times with his phone in hand, staring at her contact information with his finger hovering over the call button. The memory of her taste, of her scent, of the feel of her arms around him and her lips against his, had haunted him. But it went well beyond his sexual hungers; he missed hearing her voice, her laugh. Missed seeing her smile. Missed her talking about her writing,
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