23| Going for his little flower

Dominic's POV

It's been two months since Amaira left for her hometown, but I can't get her thoughts out of my head. She is always in the back of my mind, no matter what I am doing.

She has been my drug, my addiction, since the first time I tasted her.

I crave her daily and get anxious when I can't have her or even see her.

My heart yearns for her presence, my hands yearn to touch her body, my arms yearn to engulf her, and my tongue yearns to taste her once more!

Right now, I am only interested in my little flower.

She appears to have taken a piece of mine with her. I have been feeling incomplete after that night.

I was getting antsy and didn't know what to do. My fingers reached for my drawer. I only have a few people in my life who I adore, and one of them is the person in this photograph. Whenever I feel down or don't know what to do next, I look at this photograph and half of my problems get solved. At the very least, it gives solace to my heart.

Bending down, I pulled out the dra