daybreak1982

faintest scent of him. Not his cologne. HIM. Her stomach lurched and she grasped the sheets. She shook herself from her reverie and stumbled out of bed. She staggered to the bathroom and ran the shower, pausing until the water ran hot then stepping in. The jets of water felt good against her skin and she kept herself busy washing and scrubbing her body. Her hands soaped down over her breasts, pinching her nipples playfully and they stood to attention. She bit her bottom lip and pulled them harder, gasping as the pain hit her. She saw the red mark her nail had left after scratching her nipple in the car on the way home. She thought of him. His rough hands, his handsome smile, his easy manner, his hard wanton kiss, his mauling of her breast. The change in him