MICHAEL

Her fingers slip the buckle loose and somehow, we reach the bedroom butt naked.

Everything tight inside me unwinds when our mouths touch. This isn’t soft or careful. It’s taking what’s mine. Seven days of feeling lost, aching for her - gone in that instant.

My fingers leave her chin, drifting lower along smooth skin. Thumb pads graze the ridge just above her chest.

My lips pull away, air rushing into my lungs, our heads still touching. "God Aliana, I missed you".

Her voice is low, almost silent. A hint of grin touches her puffy mouth. "Shut up Michael, Her words hang in the air. Don't you dare stop."...