I knew something was up when he sent me that corny bracelet out of nowhere and just about one hour a go he called. In town for two days, staying at a hotel close by my appartment and hungry for dinner or at least something to put his teath into. I still have marks on my shoulder since the last time.
Decided that dinner out wasn't necessary, sushi takeout in bed awaits just a couple of streets away so now I'll put on my new slip from Agent Provocateur and the bracelet. oOf course. It would be to hurt him not to.
I don't know why I'm going there. Really don't. Maybe it is the fact that I miss having the weight of a man on top of me. Or the fact that I need to get bitten but I really really want to. It is not about him. It's about the way he looks at me ( from what I remember, he looked at me like he wanted to remember my every move)