hey, peeps... took a long time and is far too brief for a real chapter... but i am working on it. so, enjoy and let me know what ya guys think. xxj

Faster than I would have guessed but here's the next one. Enjoy guys.

Catherine's POV

I lost track of time standing in the shower.

Considering my skin it must be quite long.

Too long.

And yet, still not long enough.

I decided to take a shower here at work after... well. After Sara, I guess.

I lean my forehead against the shower wall.

I sigh.

I begin to sob.

I cry.

My hands come up to cover my face in a vain attempt to stop myself from breaking down.

Like I said. Vain.

I cry and eventually, I break down.

Again. Like so many other times over the past few months.

The shower's been way too hot. I realize that when I look at myself in the mirror.

My skin is red.

Not red enough to hide her marks though.

I title my head to take a look at my neck. Tracing the mark on my still wet neck. Tracing down 'till I reach the mark on my shoulder.

"I can't believe you did this.", I say as I look at the hickey.

"Well, what can I say? I got a little carried away, I guess.", she says as she wraps her arms around me from behind me.

"A hickey... Really?", I ask still examining the hickey on my neck.

"Yeah, I mean... yeah...", she chuckles into my neck.

"How old are you?", I ask her searching her eyes in the mirror.

"Oh, that depends... considering the somehow teenage like make out session we had yesterday I'd say something around like sixteenish.", she husks into my ear.

I close my eyes. That really was some make out session. God, that woman can kiss.

"Yeah, I remember that one. Especially with a constant reminder on my neck.", I say still not believing that she gave me a huge hickey.

She chuckles again and kisses my shoulder lovingly. "See, a good thing then."

I turn in her arms and wrap my arms around her neck. "A good thing?", I ask looking at her questioningly.

"Yeah, whenever you'll look at your neck, you'll remember me and our more than enjoyable little teenage make out session. A reminder and a promise for more to come, babe", With that she kisses me, giving me a sneak preview of the next 'session'.

I need to get dressed and I need to get home. I need to get away. I need her.

I need her.

I need her so much.

It hurts. Physically. So much.

I can't breathe.

I sigh.

I begin to sob.

I cry.

I break down.

And still... I need her.

tbc