Nathan sat in the verandah overlooking the city. An empty bottle and half empty bottle of scotch lay on the table in front of him.
Six days.
Six days since he had last seen her. He took another gulp straight from the bottle. Why did he feel so helpless?
Another gulp.
He missed her smile, her laughter. He missed entangling his fingers in her hair.
Not sex but just him and her sharing their warmth. He missed her shy blush when he held her hand. He went into his house with his bottle.
He missed her pancakes and eating them. He missed eating her even more.
He heard the door...