A breeze blew in from the window, cooling her sweat drenched skin. It wasn’t much; the temperature outside still hovered around seventy-five degrees. She closed her eyes, remembering, as she lay on her bed in the thin shirt and panties he’d left her in.
Her hand drifted between her breasts, and she wished he was still there beside her; holding her, kissing her, making her skin tingle in all the right places.
There was a noise behind her, and her eyes snapped open.
Flipping onto her stomach, her eyes found the source of the noise. “There’ll be another plane tomorrow.”