#43, winterwitch. Thank you! 😆
“I miss you.”
He groans out a laugh over the line, and the sound is enough to make her chest tighten. It’s incredibly silly to miss him when he’s only been gone for two days, but she can’t quite help it. Her (their) bed already feels a little too empty without him, his side a little too cold when she runs her hand over the spot he usually takes up. She doesn’t know where this is coming from. They’ve been apart dozens and dozens of times before, not of their choosing, necessarily, but they’ve dealt with it. And she was fine. She’d miss him, but not quite like this. Not quite like every part of her somehow aches, her body craving his touch.
“You’re killing me, doll.” To his credit, James sounds amused rather than patronizing. “I’ll only be gone one more night.”
“I know.” She closes her eyes, lets out a breath. “I just feel–”
“Yes.” She feels herself smile. He chuckles, voice low and deep and sending tingles down her spine.