She burried her face in his shoulder as he sat smoking a cigaret on his steps. And all she could think was that she needed him. She needed him to whisper that he loved her, that they’d find a way to be together. She still felt his lips on hers, each forbidden kiss, yet the breath they shared felt limitless. Boundry lines no longer mattered to her, as his skin ardently called out to hers. Her flesh could only utter yes. Her soul reached out to his as if to make it her own. His smile pure ecstasy. She got drunk of his footsteps. Addicted to the little shockwaves she felt when his fingers traced her skin. His neck always smelled like him, oh how comforting it was, it reminded her of home. He had become her safe haven.