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Every day, there’s something new to keep my thoughts glued to her.
I have a strong feeling she has been evading getting back into my bed since the last time.
And yet, there are occasions where we almost have an encounter.
It’s like the universe is trying to get us back into bed with each other.
But I’m a bit of a gentleman, and because of this, I won’t be taking her against her will.
I want her to enjoy it just as much. I like when she enjoys it.
The little gasps of air and silent moans that escape her parted lips only fuel my desire even more.
Seeing her naked in that hotel room took a lot of self-control.
The girl is sexy and extremely hard to resist.
The sight of the contour of her hips and gentle curve of her waist is all that has been in my head like a photograph.
By the time I get to the office, I can feel her absence before realizing she’s not in her seat.
“Carissa called in sick today. She will be absent for a few days,” Pamela says as soon as she enters my office.
I fiddle my phone and tap on her cell number.
“Did she say what was wrong?”
“Something about a fever,” Pamela responds absent-mindedly.
“Alright, talk to me.”
As Pamela takes over Carissa’s role, her absence becomes more obvious, at least to me.
As hard as Pamela works, it just isn't the same.
Seeing her empty desk reminds me of a void that now exists in my office.
I miss her morning greetings, her efficient organization of my schedule, and the way she teases me about my obsession with coffee.
What I miss the most is the way her eyes sparkle when we lock gazes, the stolen moments in my office, and the soft touch of her hand.
One of the things that tugs at my heart the most is the natural, comforting scent that is uniquely hers.
When I walk past her empty desk, the lack of that familiar scent hangs in the air, and it feels like a cruel reminder of her absence.
The office no longer holds the faint aroma of her presence, and I find myself yearning for it.
I try to reach her, but it goes to voicemail.
Back at home, I will search for a hint of her fragrance lingering on one of my pillows where she once laid beside me.
It isn't just her scent that I long for, but the way she makes me feel.
It’s a reminder of the intimacy we shared, and it’s something I can't replicate.
I glance at my phone from time to time, waiting for a call back from Carissa, but nothing.
Running out of patience, I page Pamela for the details of Carissa’s ailment only to find out she has been admitted to St. John’s hospital.
