162: Naive

It's been two days since I last saw Damien.

It's strange how weird it feels to be apart from him. I've never felt his absence before, not like this. Something has changed, especially in the way I feel about him. I miss him. I woke up today and couldn't stop thinking about him, from the day we first met to the last time we saw each other, which was right in this living room. I can't stop fantasizing about his kisses and his magical touch, the way I melt when he's near. I can't breathe when he's around. A powerful emotion takes hold of me and only releases me when he's gone.

I wonder if he thinks about me like this, too.

I wonder if he feels the same way I do.

I don't know why I'm thinking this way. Maybe it has to do with the dream I had last night. He was in my room. I couldn't see him, but I knew it was him. I felt his hands on my body, undressing me. He closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked gently in the way he always does. I kissed him with want and need, and an ardor that b