Sighing, he kicked his feet up onto the ottoman that sat at the foot of his couch. He lolled his head back, holding a cigarette between his lips, taking a drag. The tv served as muffled background noise as it played a boring news channel, reporting the local weather. He blew the smoke out through his nostrils, sitting up straight.

You have been on his mind more and more as the days went on, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to get his hands on you, to have his way with you. Though, not all his thoughts were impure and sexual; he just wanted you in general, to hold and cherish, like a fragile possession.

He wouldn’t admit it, at least not out loud, but he was beginning to love you, and it was a nice change from the loneliness of his recent divorce to have you around, even if it was only for a few hours a week.