it’s much warmer in london, she notices. there’s no snow, the wind isn’t blowing that much. but somehow she feels so much colder. her palms are freezing, her skin is dry. she’s wearing a gray sweather she stealed from david a few days ago. she knows she will have to take it off soon and go out for another meetings but just for now she’s sitting at her couch covered in soft material and his musky scent. she’s breathing it in as it’s her favorite scent. she loves it even more than lavender. 1/2

2/2 just as she decides to get up, she gets a message. it’s from david and she already smiles. he sent her a photo of a beach. actually a selfie of him standing by the seashore. he’s smiling at her. there’s a caption “i miss you already. can’t wait for you to come back to our private beach.” suddenly, she’s warm again and starts counting the days until she sees that handsome face again. until she gets lost in his muscular arms again. yeah. she can’t wait for that. (for my not facebook friend :D)

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Let me break the anonymousness and than you for this sweet morning wake up, @duchov. ❤️