(Grayson)
I clung to Katrina for dear life. Vowing to myself that I wound never leave her side again as I buried my face into her sweater, breathing her scent in deeply. It's the same, it's all the exact same.
No, that's a lie.
It's more. So much f*****g more.
The feel of her. The way her body fits against mine. The way that her breathing seems to match my own perfectly. This is what I have been dreaming about since that first night we spent away from one another.
I have gone mad without her, and I'm realizing that now. I'm realizing just how desperate I have become to hold her again. I'm at the point that nothing will ever keep her away from me again. Not even Katrina herself.
I could feel her small fingers threading through my hair. The way she is relaxing against me lets me k
