Two weeks. It had been two whole weeks since you felt the warm hands of your boyfriend, Dan, slide tenderly across your skin. Two weeks since you last felt his fingers trace along your every curve, his body push against yours.
For two weeks your boyfriend had been in America, off on another errand for the BBC, and had left you yearning for his touch. You couldn't sleep at night. Every time you closed your eyes your thoughts wondered to the things he had done to you before he had left, the things he was going to do to you when he got back...
However, you didn't need to use your imagination for much longer as an hour ago you received a text to let you know that the plane Dan had been on had just landed, and that he was on his way back to you.
The texts started out simple:
"I've missed you"
"I've missed you too"
"I can't wait to see you again"
But the one thing that had been on your mind for two weeks kept you from continuing your innocent conversation.
Within minutes you were sexting, the next best thing to having him there beside you whispering those sweet nothings into your ear.
Your fingers flew across the touchscreen of your phone, letting him know just what you wanted him to do to you when he stepped through the front door. You told him every detail, but what you didn't tell him was what you ached for the most.
But soon your desire got the better of you.
"Did you bring me back a present?"
"Of course ;)"
"Does it begin with a 'D'?"
And that's when he stopped texting back.
Your heart was pounding. Did you scare him away? It's not like he hadn't given it to you before. But before you could think about it anymore you heard a knock at the door.
You quickly pushed yourself off of the sofa, with more power than was really needed, and flung yourself at the door handle.
Standing in front of you, just before the threshold of your flat, was a guy with black skinny jeans, soft brown hair pushed to the side and a knowing smile that only lifted one side of his mouth.
"Dan" you whispered, as your mouth also formed a small smirk before starting to bite your lip.
He looked down at you and spoke the words you didn't know you'd been wanting to hear
"I've got your present, and you were right...
...it does begin with 'D', because it is one"
And then from behind his back he pulled out a gigantic, spotted, cardboard letter 'D' whilst calling "Wweeyyyy hhheeeyyyyy!" and raising an eyebrow.
Your face dropped. You had waited, waited so long to indulge in an act so full of pleasure it would send both of you over the edge. Dan's act of humour had caused the muscles in your face to show a look of displeasure, maybe even disgust.
That was too much for him to handle.
His hand reached for his heart before he collapsed on the floor at your feet.
He had died of a heart attack.
The end