She thought of him.
More than she'd like to admit.
Every time, everyday her mind was bored it would drift to him and his words and his actions and the touch he gave her before he left.
The savored, sweet and gentle kiss on her forehead.
She could still feel his hot, trembling lips on her temple and her eyelids as if they were there a second ago.
What had made him tremble, fear for what was to come or what he was leaving behind?
Rhea didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't have time to ask.
He left without another word.
