You’d been gone more than a week to London and Istanbul, and my desire for you had grown exponentially with each passing day. We were in that phase where every brush of your fingertips traced fire on my skin, and every taste of your flesh was like the sweetest candy, and where we frequently spent entire weekends in bed, devouring each other.
Your plane landed late at night, and though I wanted to pick you up, you demurred, saying you wanted to be rested and refreshed for me.
