“Dreaming of me again, Kayden?” I asked, staring at him with wide eyes. I would never tire of his body.

“Always, I’d make love to you if you were here. I’d have you crawl on top of me, moving your body slowly. I’d want to feel every inch moving inside of you,” he said as he reached down and began to touch himself.

“I want that—my body misses yours,” I said to him.

“I’d suck on those beautiful nipples while you moved at a torturing pace on top of me. I’d make you beg me to move faster and harder. I love when you beg, Sophia,” Kayden said with a sly grin.

“I love your form of torture,” I replied with an innocent laugh.

“Okay enough of that. I have to get ready for work. You’re such a distraction, but a fucking sexy one,” he said as he sat up and covered his cock, shielding it from my view.

“You’re such a tease. Go get ready and text me in a bit. I’m going lay back down and finish what you started in my dreams,” I said blowing him a kiss.

“I will, baby doll. Catch you in a bit. I’m going to go lather up, and think of your fingers moving across my body,” he said with a laugh, and then the screen went black.

I drifted back to sleep with thoughts of Kayden’s beautiful body moving under mine.

I wanted to fill all of his senses while we’re apart. I mailed him letters and small packages filled with tiny items to remind him of me; I wanted him to have something to look forward to each day. A couple contained cards or letters, perfume scented tissue, his favorite candies, and things that make him smile. I didn’t tell him and the waiting made me crazy.

Me: Are you home from work yet?

Kayden: Hold on… I’m busy smelling my Kleenex.

I smiled to myself. He’s happy and I’ve been able to surprise him.

Me: What? Oh, you got one of my envelopes I sent you.

Kayden: Yes. I’m smiling ear to ear! You’re the best!

He always seemed like such a tough ass, but I knew I could make him a pile of mush.

Me: Was it a puffy envelope or a regular one?

Kayden: I have more than one coming?

Me: Yes, a couple of envelopes are on the way… I spaced them out.

Kayden: Seriously? The card says it’s about the little things, couldn’t be more true. I opened the mailbox and had to look around, all I could smell was you.

I wanted there to be a constant reminder of me. I wanted my smell to be near, reminding him of my skin.

Me: I love that.

Kayden: Yes, whoosh… It hit me as soon as I opened the mailbox. I’m almost speechless. No one’s ever been so thoughtful.

Me: No one’s ever sent you a card?

Kayden: Birthday cards, but not one to just make me smile… It’s all a double-edged sword.

He’s never had anyone treat him with as much thought and love as he always gave to them. I wanted to be different, I love him. Everything about the relationship was a double-edged sword. I loved Kayden and wanted to be with him always, but the distance and our jobs didn’t allow it.

Me: I know, love. I just wanted to make you smile.

Kayden: You did, incredibly large.

Me: It’s a good day for you to get it. I know you had a shitty day at work.

Kayden: I love you so much.

My body grew warm and tingly. I could never get sick of seeing or hearing those words from Kayden.

Me: I love you, too. I want to make you smile every day. You work hard, and we are so far away. There will be more, mostly silly stuff. Now, stop smelling me. Get your shit done so I can see you on Skype… I’ve waited all day.

Kayden: I’m going to put the Kleenex in my pillowcase. I want to smell you as I drift off to sleep.

I made sure to send as many packages and cards as possible. I wanted him to know that I was always thinking of him. I wanted him to know that he was loved and thought about… even if I couldn’t be with him; he was always with me in my heart.

Laughter is the Spice of Life

Sophia brought so much joy into my life in such a short amount of time. I didn’t want to do anything to lose her. I always find a way to fuck things up. There’s still so much I needed to share with her, things she didn’t know about my past. They’re important details that made me into the person I am today. I had to find the right time to share everything with her, but would there ever be a perfect time?

She sent cards and packages a couple times a week. They gave me something to look forward to after a grueling work day. I filled my pillowcase with the Kleenex she sent me. I wanted to wrap myself in all things Sophia.

There were things I’d already shared with her that I regret. I never would have told her about the women I’ve fucked, the manner in which I handled those relationships, mostly my callousness when it came to love. I never thought we would meet, let alone fall in love with her. She didn’t seem to hold any of it against me. I was thankful that she was forgiving or forgetful.

She made me want to be a better man; I wanted her to be proud of me. I would be the man she deserved and always wanted. She was the most unique woman I have ever known. She had a knack for always making me laugh; even on hard days she found ways to make me laugh.

Me: Hey, beautiful. Can you send me a picture of the two of us?

Sophia: Sure, give me a second to find one on my phone.

Me: Thanks, baby doll. I want something to remind me of our time together. I have plenty of pictures of just you, but I want some of us.

She sent one from our first evening together sitting on steps of a building on Bourbon Street. We both wore goofy grins and had drinks in our hands. A smile crept across my lips remembering the evening.

Sophia: Here’s one of us in the French Quarter.

Me: We have to take more next time we’re together.

Sophia: Yes, I don’t have a ton. We always get wrapped up in other things. We’ll definitely take more next time we’re together.

Me: I need one to put on my nightstand.

Sophia: Just remind me please. Time just seems to go so fast.

The photo popped up on my screen. The glow of the street lights bounced off my shiny head.

Me: Wow. My head is shiny in that picture.

Sophia: I love how smooth it is—and love running my fingertips across it. It’s why I have to wear my sunglasses all the time when I’m with you … the glare kills my eyes.

Me: Smart ass.

I wanted to tickle her, bring her to tears.

Sophia: I read cataracts are caused by head glare, or is it sunshine?

Me: LMAO. Then you’re totally fucked.

Sophia: I know, because I plan to look at that shiny head for a lifetime.

Me: Most people would be insulted, but I know my head is fucking sexy.

I loved her most for her brains, her wit lightning fast. I longed to be with her. I needed to book my ticket to Florida, I couldn’t wait any longer.

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