I want Reese’s kisses and his touch. I want him over me, beneath me, surrounding me. Arms encircling me so there is nothing but him. And I want him beside me. On the sofa while our fingers tangle and we talk for hours, or in the kitchen as I cook for us both. Watching the rain, or running together, or sitting in the fog. I feel whole when he’s near, as if he’s carrying a piece of me. Before we met, there was an emptiness in my life, but now—
