He missed her.

Of course he did.. Years of love that once touched around the two in a manner of complexity.. It was so dangerous yet so comfortable. Despite the longing betrayal she had ever so stealthily commuted against the man, he longs for the very tease of her voice, her imagine burned in thought.

It was all so confusing, finding himself in his sheets, curled into a defensive posture while his phone rests in his hand, her ID on the screen as he wishes for your tone to keen through.