He had not changed.
	And perhaps I had been hurt, but he had not done it.
	Not until I could look at him and see only him, until I craved the touch instead of bracing myself to endure it.
	How much more confused then when I asked would he kindly take his shirt off!
	I shook off his questions, and merely repeated my question in a whisper.
	Perhaps he read something of my need in my eyes, for he nodded and slowly unbuttoned down the front.
	Sliding it down his shoulders, he folded it over one hand to lay it on the back of the chair.
	Standing with his arms down by his sides he merely faced me in silence, then held out his arms and turned slowly in place.
	There was a new scar on his forearm, a burn I had not seen before.
	A pink weal, and fading.
	He caught me staring, and simply nodded once more.
	This from the fire.
	Swallowing, I raised my chin a fraction and asked if he would kindly stoke up the fire and then remove his trousers.
	Another, lesser man might have been excited, hopeful of more than I could yet offer.
	He knew.
	He understood me, that this was no game of coy flirtation.
	This was coiled and set aside before setting hands to the buttons.
	Slowly he moved, though I could feel the panic rising in my throat.
	How long we stood there I know not.
	He offered to let me go.
	He offered to set me free.
	And yet still he remained, praying that I would want him.
	a. I
	wanted. I
	like. I
	I. I
	wiped. It
	I. He
	tonight. I
	I. I
	lulled,. I
	my. I
	shook. He
	this. He
	again,. He
	merely. He
	did. I
	It's a Saturday morning, cloudy and grey.
	As I slowly wake up, I can hear the rain thudding against the roof and windows.
	I squeeze my thighs together and let out an involuntary moan at the pleasure that brings.
	My pussy is wide awake, even if the rest of me isn't.
	I stretch my arm out for you, but you aren't there, and your side of the bed has grown cold.
	Gradually, I open my sleep encrusted eyes, rubbing them lightly to wake myself up.
	I wish you would hurry and come back to bed to take care of my needy cunt.
	I curl up in the blankets thinking of all the ways I wish to be spending this morning.
	They all have to do with you.
	Touching you, feeling myself wrapped in your arms, licking the sweat off your chest.
	My thoughts start to take over.
	If you were only here with me, I would show you how much I cherish you.
	I realize that I am running my fingers lightly over my breasts.