Billie Bob Jones
"Don't go," I whined as I held onto Benedito's body for dear life as he packed his suitcase in the trunk of his Rolls Royce. It was 3am on Wednesday and he was due to be in Washington by 7am. I was clinging to his torso with my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me like I weighed nothing.
"I'll be back before you know it," he smiled down to me as he pulled me around so we were chest to chest. "I would have taken you with me but you know."
"I know," I pouted.
It was so much harder to say goodbye to him this time since we had been together for a whole month and a few weeks. We saw each other every day, slept and woke up next to each other as well. I feared I would not even remember how to talk if I did not have him around me.
In fact I wondered would I even be able to wash myself since I was so used to him doing it for me.
"Will you be able to eat?" I frowned as I looked into his eyes.
