REED
Two weeks.
Fourteen fucking days and I was losing my mind one hour at a time.
I stood at the east wing window with my shoulder against the frame and watched Asher cross the courtyard below and felt everything in me pull towards him with a force that had nothing subtle about it anymore. My hands were pressed flat against the frame on either side of the glass and I was gripping it like letting go would mean something I wasn't ready for.
I wanted to go down there, that was the simple, maddening, and inescapable truth that had been living in my chest for fourteen days without relief. I wanted to cross that courtyard and take that cart out of his hands and pull him somewhere quiet, close and mine.
I wanted his scent surrounding me properly, not this diluted version that reached me through glass and distance. I wanted his hands in my hair and his weight against me and I wanted to hear him say my name the way he said it when everything else fell away.
