ABIGAIL
The urgency in his kisses and the way his hands run over my body is almost as strong as what I am feeling, and while he is helping me remove my blouse and then lie gently on the bed, I am vaguely aware that the ointment that I put on his wounds is staining absolutely everything, my clothes, his clothes, and my bed, until it seems almost an abstract painting, or a crime scene.
And with each of his kisses, I realize that I have been suppressing the desire to be so close to him again, that I have been lying to myself for weeks when I told myself and Emma that I did not miss him, when the reality was, that I spent every damn second of the day thinking about him in one way or another, and that it is not until this moment that we are finally together, that I am fully aware of the
