I don't know if it was the scent of the vanilla candles or the effect of the red wine. But right then, having you in my arms with your scent flourishing my nostrils and your body flush against mine, everything just felt so perfect.

I want more. I want him to push me back onto the bed and devour every inch of me until I am consumed. I want him to mark me as if it was branding.  But he doesn’t. Instead, he listens and lets go of my waist, letting his hand run down until he reaches my hand. He claps our finger together and kisses it softly. “ I just wish things were different.” So do I.