Natasha’s POV
THREE weeks and two days. Those were the days she spent alone in the penthouse. She would be lying if she says that she did not yearn for Braille.
The days have been longer and the silence has been deafening. There were times that she wanted to pull her hair at the longing she felt for the tall woman.
Every nook and corner of the place screamed for the presence of the woman her heart longed for.
She has not been sleeping well the whole week last week. The bug under her eyes can attest to that. She became a restless sleeper. She knew that her body is demanding the comfort and warmth of a certain person.
She has been dreaming about a big, black wolf. When she woke up in the middle of the night, its heartbreaking cry towards the moon still echoed in her head.
She knew i
