"I fucking hate being away, honey.." said Soar, hugging you around the waist. He put his head on top of your head, burying his chin in it.

"There are two months left before the vacation." he said irritably, letting out a sigh, it's too long for him. He is a sailor who constantly goes sailing. And right now you're standing on the dock.

"I miss your hugs at night, your caresses.. for you.." he whispered, softly and sexually.