Harker saw flashes as he caressed Joan's skin with his lips. Right, he had a dream during that good sleep he had after making love with the girls…..
But he couldn't recall anything besides that feeling of melancholy of letting someone go. Someone who you were not used to being without choosing to abandon you, and for good reasons. Wanting to call out as they turned their back on you…..
"Harker? Why'd you stop?" Joan asked from beneath him.
Harker shook his head. "Nothing."
He continued trailing kisses on her jaw and her neck. When he was where the throat protruded from, he had the sense of deja vu.
He stopped, and touched his own throat. Furrowing his brows, he tried his best to focus on the woman he loved right now rather than the void.
That….. sorrowful pit.
