It has been 3 months without Scara's touch, which was driving you insane as the craving for his slender fingers to gently brush against your cheeks once again intensifies. The desire for the return of his touch burns within your heart, you had to cope with the fact he was in rehab. Due to your addiction to touch, no one told you his current state nor whereabouts.

The door swung open, a dark silhoutte illuminated the room. "I'm back, love." Scara said, holding a bouquet of crimson roses.