Sacrifice

22. A lot

+Zayan Colt+

I stared at her bare body.

Wanting to break into a sob as she slept and had shoved me away anytime I tried getting close.

I tried sleeping, but my cravings surpassed the need for my rest.

Fuck my life.

-

I was so frustrated. She got up, stretching her naked body, I watched as the tattoos along her stretched to accommodate her movements.

And I wiped the burning sensation from my eyes.

I sat in the chair at her desk as I had all night.

I cursed, feeling my heart pound as tears left my eyes.

She brushed her teeth, washing her face.

She turned and looked at me.

"What's the matter?" She asked, but she knew damn well.

I cleared my eyes of the glare.

She sighed, lying back down, shutting her eyes softly as the sun hit her through the blinds.

And I began crying, silently weeping. I missed her so much.

"What's wrong, honey?" She whispered.

"I just wanna touch you." I cried, wiping my eyes, frustrated and exhausted.

"Come here." She said and I stood, walking to her.

She opened her arms and I moved onto the bed, lying on top of her, my head resting on the pillows of her breasts as I cried.

Her hands moved between scratching my scalp softly to rubbing my back.

I moved upward, my body between her legs, putting my head in the crook of her neck and inhaling her smell.

"I need you." I murmured.

"I know baby. I know."

-

Walking into the club I wore my shirt Mel got me.

My hand was in her back pocket as she walked us through the place.

Just the outfit^^

"There you guys are. And the woman who's been stealing our guy." Oswald grinned when he saw her.

I pulled her closer to me when he analyzed her.

She looked at me.

"It's fine." She patted my cheek.

She sat down and I sat beside her.

She laid her hand over the one I had on her thigh.

"Drinks?" She asked.