Pacing around in her private chamber, she thought of waiting for him there, but she reasoned he might not be able to find her, so she went back to their chamber and waited for him throughout the night until sleep overwhelmed her, but she never caught a glimpse of his shadow that night neither did her eyes graze him the next morning.
She slept with a heavy heart and a hollow soul sufficed with disappointment, loneliness and longing. The night had never felt colder, never felt more lonely than then.
She missed the heat of his body against hers while they cuddled in bed, while his hands were wrapped around her waist possessively like he never wanted to let her go or his hot breath fanning the nape of her neck, and his intoxicating spicy scent filling her nostrils.
She needed him badly and she didn't doubt it.
