I missed you

Clara

I pull away from the kiss and look Damien in the eyes. I still can't believe he is here. He came here to see me. I can't get my hands off him. I feel like if I let go, he will slip away and I won't be able to see him again. 

"Are you alright, Clara? How are you?" he inquires from me while his eyes inspect my face.

"I am fine, Damien. I just miss you so much. I miss you a lot," I tell him.

"I know, baby. I miss you more. That's why I had to come here. To check on you," he says and his lips find mine once more. I close my eyes and let him kiss me. I missed his lips: the way they gently slide over mine and though sometimes they can be possessive and a bit rough, I love all of it.

I am breathless when I pull away from the kiss. I want Damien to carry me in his arms and take out of here. I want him to take me his home. Where I belong. I am already tired of this party and I just want to go with him. I don't care where he takes me as long as I