Zenovia

It was the second day Maksimillian was out of sight. I just had been with him for what? A couple days? I couldn’t believe myself that I was already attached to him like we’d known each other for years, and I missed him like this.

No, it wasn’t just about sex. It was his presence. His companionship.

I missed his voice… the way he talked…

I missed his eyes… the way he looked at me… the way he closed them when he reached his climax.

I missed looking at his lips… the way he smiled at me… and of course, the way he kissed me, either the upper set...