38. Briar
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I haven’t seen Dimitri all week.
After we returned from Paris, he tucked me into bed and held me while I sobbed. Then he made love to me until I fell asleep with his arms wrapped securely around me.
But when I woke up the following morning, he was gone.
And I haven’t seen him since.
Every time someone appears at the door, my ears perk up. It’s not just me. Whiskey misses him, too.
I’m left with nothing but the thoughts in my head.
There was something different about the last time we made love.
It was slow and sensual. He kissed me for what felt like an eternity. I don’t even want to entertain this thought…but it felt like a goodbye.
And it left me with this feeling of déjà vu.
I don’t think it was the first time he tried to say goodbye to me.I have a feeling that he tried to do it before.
Only this time, I think he means it.
And even the thought of it breaks my heart into a million pieces.