She hadn't seen his face in so long, but she knew the sound of his voice, deep and often sarcastic tones that vibrated throughout her whole body. No matter how annoyed she got by those annoying little comments that he made to everyone around him, she still loved hearing him speak. She remembered those deep brown eyes framed by thick black lashes. There were times she almost lost herself in their depth, seemingly falling into a deep, dark pit. And his lips. Dear God. She could kiss him for hours and probably never get tired of it.
She didn't know what it was that got her into this mood today. Maybe it was imagining his hands on the controller, or his fingers on the keyboard. She spent most of today wishing those hands were on her body right now. His lips. Him. The feeling of his weight on hers was heaven. It felt like there was no way for them to get close enough. She just wanted to feel him everywhere.
She couldn't think about anything about him in this moment. She tried to occupy herself after her classes, doing laundry and cleaning her room, but all she could do was remember the last time they were together. When she put on that dress, and he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Ugh. His hands would always be what got her. She loved feeling them on her no matter what he was doing. She loved every caress, every tug, every time his hands would grab a little too tight. She could never get enough of his touch.
But there was something she missed more than his hands or his lips.
His company.
She remembered the quiet nights, where the rain would tap-tap-tap against the window of his dark room, where they laid behind a locked door, wrapped around each other. She missed holding him in her arms and just talking quietly, whispering "I love you," against the skin of his back, his stomach. She had never felt so much peace, there in his arms.