Honey
More time passed.
Soon, it wasn't autumn anymore. The leaves fell from the trees and it got cooler and cooler. I was going back to school for the winter semester to catch up and get back on track for my degree.
Even then, I couldn't distract myself away from thinking of my men. I missed them. Waiting for a sign that they were safe. That they'd come back to me. I'd look up new stories about Lozano Wine and Co. to get some indication of what was going on in their life.
All it did was fill me with more longing because I knew there couldn't be any visible connection between us for the tabloids to exploit.
I hurt with how badly I missed them.
I buried myself in textbooks and studies. Most of my nights were spent in the library, a cup of coffee in my hand. Iced coffee no matter how
