Chapter 22 Samantha

I revealed another part of myself to him because I don’t know any different when he handed it over to me. I want to give him all my virtues and flaws and innocence and sinfulness. I feel how much he needs this, maybe more than I do. I feel it in his gaze, as he reads everything in my eyes, as he looks at me like that

does not blink, completely enchanted. It makes me feel desirable in my own skin, which I have never felt before senses. And no, this isn't just physical attraction, it's like he's part of my soul, the part I have always missed. My soul, assembled and healed, is crushed again when I cross over his doorstep and I crawl into my bed. I let the tears soak my pillow because my "husband" is coming home soon, and the one I want to call, he is not available to me, he is my secret.

A knock on the door startles me, and Victor enters my room.

"Hey Samantha, are you sleeping?" Sorry, I thought we were going to dinner. I would order Chinese or Mexican food.