My lips brushed against his neck, trying to savor the taste. He tasted like home. Like happiness. Like everything I needed. Over the loud sound of my heartbeat, I barely heard the words he spoke over the phone. “I will be home soon. I love you.” He murmured, barely able to contain his moan as he stiffened in my arms. My heart shattered into a million pieces at those words. Tears burned in my eyes, but I chose to ignore them, instead drowning in his sweet taste. My teeth sank into his neck and I relished in the sound he let out. Me. I was the one who was driving him crazy. Impatiently, I pulled the phone away from his ears and pressed the end call button. For a second, frustration flickered in his eyes. And then he noticed the hunger in my eyes. “I am sorry.” He said to me, smiling before his hands roamed across my skin. As we shaded the layer after layer from our bodies in the darkness, I smiled bitterly. “It’s okay.” I found myself saying before I allowed myself to be his. Because ju...