DAHLIA 

My cries hit the ceiling alongside his as we both crashed down from this world of passion we both rode each other into moments before.

I laid cuddled and blissfully naked in his arms, missing how his strong arms used to hold me close.

“I missed you.” I almost purred on his chest, admiring the engagement ring that now lay nestled back on my finger where it belonged. 

“Not more than I missed you, I assure you.” He brought his lips to my hair.

“Well, seeing as you were so cozy the other day with that blonde girl, I have my doubts.” My forehead knitted automatically. 

“Oh. Hmm.” He...