"I miss you too"
Press one to listen to the message again. Press seven to delete
I've pressed one too many times
I imagine you here touching me
But it's just me...running my hands all over me...my fingers exploring my body while I think of you
I can't help but moan your name
I want to call you
I need you
I need you now
"Ella I'm home"
Crap he's home.
Blood rushes to my face
Heart races
I'm vulnerable in bed
I had no choice but to let him in between my legs
But while we had sex
I thought of making love to you
Not him
YOU ARE READING
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RomanceWill you ever love me like she did? Will you ever want me like she did? Will you ever be what she is to me? I don't think so. Not to me
