As brilliant as it had been visiting old friends in Cardiff, this homecoming may be even more so. I've missed him. Oh, I've missed him. I've missed the way his thoughts invade my head and his tongue invades my mouth and how deftly his fingers undo the buttons of my blouse.

Oh, careful! It may sound as if you're begging, leman.

I've missed teasing him.

My hands slip inside his pyjama top. If they weren't still so new, I'd try my best ripping them open. He's cost me quite the fortune in clothing over the years, after all. But instead I'm patient. And very curious.

Oh, are you begging?