The first thing I’m aware of when I know I’m awake is the fact that I’m alone. Coby’s arms are gone. I fell asleep with him wrapped protectively around me but it’s cold now, even with the afghan pulled up to my shoulders. I don’t like this.
Last night was wonderful, his lips, his hands, he’s everything I thought he would be, so sweet and gentle, but when I asked if he wanted to have s*x, he just quieted me with more kisses, rubbed me until I thought I would scream with need of him, licked my scars and told me again how beautiful I was, how he loved the necklace on me.
I remember pieces of my dream: him in shorts that showed the pale flesh of his upper thighs, the sun warm on my skin, his heartbeat in my ear keeping time with my own. I want that back.
The cot shifts beneath me when I r
