18.Dylan.
She woke up reaching out for him, sighing as she found, as usual, an empty space where she wanted him to be. She smiled to herself. How could she make him realise she was a morning girl, and he was missing out on a good thing by leaving early? She knew why he did it. Even if she wasn't bothered about her reputation, she knew he was.
She stretched and forced herself to leave the bed. A hot shower and some breakfast wouldn't make up for the lack of him, but they'd have to do.
She stood in the shower, lathering her hair, and thinking about him. Wondering whether once she was sent home - her job done - if she'd ever see him again.
She had the same thought everyday while washing her hair; it depressed her, and spoiled her morning. Her depression only lifted when he arrived for their afternoon sessions. He always seemed so in control of himself. He'd probably never give her a second thought once she'd gone, she thought to herself.
She sighed and leaned against the shower wall. I don't want to go home. I want to stay here, and be with him, forever, for always! I want him to want me, like I want him! I want him to miss me. I want him to tell me he'll miss me!
She thought about the nights they'd spent together, about the scars she'd traced with her tongue, the burn marks she'd gently kissed. His navel, so unexpectedly turning out to be his weak spot - the way to instantly get him aroused. She had to smile, knowing she'd taken advantage of that information far too often. knowing she would again, as often as he let her.
She didn't know how she was going to cope when she had to say goodbye. She knew he'd hate her to make a scene, and she didn't know if she'd be able to hold back her tears. Just the thought of it made her want to cry.
She got out of the shower once the water had turned cold. She got dressed and checked her watch before she went to get some breakfast. She didn't want to risk running into him in the officers' mess. She'd blush, and then everyone would know. or at least those who'd already been listening to ship's gossip!
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She woke up reaching out for him, sighing as she found, as usual, an empty space where she wanted him to be. She smiled to herself. How could she make him realise she was a morning girl, and he was missing out on a good thing by leaving early? She knew why he did it. Even if she wasn't bothered about her reputation, she knew he was.
She stretched and forced herself to leave the bed. A hot shower and some breakfast wouldn't make up for the lack of him, but they'd have to do.
She stood in the shower, lathering her hair, and thinking about him. Wondering whether once she was sent home - her job done - if she'd ever see him again.
She had the same thought everyday while washing her hair; it depressed her, and spoiled her morning. Her depression only lifted when he arrived for their afternoon sessions. He always seemed so in control of himself. He'd probably never give her a second thought once she'd gone, she thought to herself.
She sighed and leaned against the shower wall. I don't want to go home. I want to stay here, and be with him, forever, for always! I want him to want me, like I want him! I want him to miss me. I want him to tell me he'll miss me!
She thought about the nights they'd spent together, about the scars she'd traced with her tongue, the burn marks she'd gently kissed. His navel, so unexpectedly turning out to be his weak spot - the way to instantly get him aroused. She had to smile, knowing she'd taken advantage of that information far too often. knowing she would again, as often as he let her.
She didn't know how she was going to cope when she had to say goodbye. She knew he'd hate her to make a scene, and she didn't know if she'd be able to hold back her tears. Just the thought of it made her want to cry.
She got out of the shower once the water had turned cold. She got dressed and checked her watch before she went to get some breakfast. She didn't want to risk running into him in the officers' mess. She'd blush, and then everyone would know. or at least those who'd already been listening to ship's gossip!
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