After a day of school hell she was back sitting in her dinky one bedroom
apartment. She began to make hot chocolate then flopped down on the couch.
She sipped it, "So good." She muttered.
I wonder what I'm going to do tonight she thought. She shrugged, "I don't know." She said aloud. A slow, smooth country song ran through her head, cold one coming on. She tried to remember the word, but they were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't remember.
Her period was late, but she couldn't be pregnant. Always use protection; her mother's words rang in her ears. She always had. She ran her fingers through her hair, There was a lot to think about, now that Harry was gone.
Gone, the word sounded bitter to think, bitter to say and bitter to taste. More then anything right now she missed his hands, his touch, his warm naked body against her, the explosion of passion with every touch. She blushed remembering the sweet nights between the sheets, before the thought of a few nights ago crept into her head.
I loved the phone calls and the text messages. "143." He'd write. She reply with a simple "**143." A smile sneaked on to her pale, small face and she looked towards the ceiling. He was most likely going to be on her mind, 24 hours a day, until he came back, then it'd be 25.
She smiled softly, A few days ago was the farthest thing from her mind. She was in love with the best man on the face of the planet and the fact he wasn't that made her want him more. She knew he'd be back soon enough.
She sipped it, "So good." She muttered.
I wonder what I'm going to do tonight she thought. She shrugged, "I don't know." She said aloud. A slow, smooth country song ran through her head, cold one coming on. She tried to remember the word, but they were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't remember.
Her period was late, but she couldn't be pregnant. Always use protection; her mother's words rang in her ears. She always had. She ran her fingers through her hair, There was a lot to think about, now that Harry was gone.
Gone, the word sounded bitter to think, bitter to say and bitter to taste. More then anything right now she missed his hands, his touch, his warm naked body against her, the explosion of passion with every touch. She blushed remembering the sweet nights between the sheets, before the thought of a few nights ago crept into her head.
I loved the phone calls and the text messages. "143." He'd write. She reply with a simple "**143." A smile sneaked on to her pale, small face and she looked towards the ceiling. He was most likely going to be on her mind, 24 hours a day, until he came back, then it'd be 25.
She smiled softly, A few days ago was the farthest thing from her mind. She was in love with the best man on the face of the planet and the fact he wasn't that made her want him more. She knew he'd be back soon enough.
