(Jane's PoV)
"Jane, Jane, Jane." He whispered between his feverish kisses. He sounded like he wanted to make sure that I was really the one in his arms, that he was not halucinating.
I wanted to answer to his call so bad, to ensure him that I was here with him. But, I was too occupied with his kisses that I wasn't able to utter any coherent words. Only my tight grasps could show how much I wanted him to know that I was here.
In the end, we both were gasping for breath with his forehead sticking to my shoulder and his arms were encircling my body in a tight hug. I, myself, clung onto him with my legs still clamping around his hips and my face hiding in his neck. We stayed like that for a while until we caught our breath. This feeling was so....satisfyingly amazing to me that I was afraid I was only dreaming.
"I miss you, Jane." Tom whispered in my ear.
