Fragments of the Galaxy

She turned back, giving him a warm, brilliant smile that held more than a little heat and promise of things to come. Soon, she hoped. “Tending to other things for a moment,” she told him. “Otherwise I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist touching you for very much longer.” It was an open, honest statement; it had been a painfully long time since they’d managed to share any moments together, and she longed for his touch.

For him.