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I missed Sinclair

Jane

He was right. I had missed him really badly. The scent he gave out after having his shower, his beating heart pounding beneath his chest, his strong muscular arms that made me feel like a prisoner each time I laid within it.

I had missed all of that. Was I ready to get back into it yet? No. I was not going to waltz into his arms just because he came back to me. He was going to beg for it.

I had tried by accepting his pleas, but that was where it was going to end. Anything else and it was over.

“I’ll take you to your room,” I stood to my feet, leading him up the stairs.

We entered and I pointed to the bed.

“It’s good enough for two people but you’ll feel comfortable laying in it.”

He nodded. “I’m guessing you’re not staying with me,” he guessed right. I was a bit mad at him.

I had spent more than four months without him, I could go a little more. He had taught me how to live on my own. He would try harder to get me back into his life.

We walked into the room as I headed for the ba
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