Erica Point Of View
The scent of Johnston's was unmistakably in the air.
I intentionally flirted with Mark, the receptionist, knowing that Johnston wouldn't be able to stand it. I already missed him when he got out of the car, our time together felt far too brief.
Honestly, I miss our intimacy. I'm so accustomed to it and it's been over a week since I've touched him the way I used to, feeling his bare warmth beneath my hands.
Johnston is such a strong man.
Throughout all those years of yearning for each other, he was the one who upheld our commitment to abstain from s*x and touching intimate parts. Many times, I felt the desire to give him my V-card, feel him inside me, wrap my body and soul around him. Yet Johnston insisted that we wait until after our mating ceremony. He always beli
