Escorting Dana into my apartment, I take a deep breath wondering what the hell she was doing here.

It’s been awhile since she was last here, just over eleven months actually. It was on the morning after she gave me that unforgivable‘ closure’ speech. She dropped by to collect her things and between the tears and my pitiful haggling, I remember thinking that she had a great deal of stuff floating around my apartment considering she still had her own place.

She came and she went that day, taking my heart along with her things. I vowed never to forgive her all the while knowing if she ever came to my door she wouldn’t have to ask, my heart would always be hers.

She was at my door now, why I didn’t know but her unexplained presence was definitely sending my emotions into havoc. While I was long past the stage of foolishly hoping she’d come to her senses and realise our love was the forever kind, I wasn’t so evolved that I didn’t feel the unyielding urge to lock the door keeping her here with me where she belonged.

Shaking the ridiculous notion from my mind I studied her, waiting patiently for her to speak.

“You’re wondering why I’m at your apartment” she states, looking a little unsure herself. “I left something here” she declares before walking to the living room, presumably to search for what ever it was she left behind.

“Oh” was all I could manage as I tailed her. I trusted her and so there was really no reason to follow her, no reason to watch her every move, no reason at all. What I should be doing was getting back to the article I was writing before her unanticipated appearance. I had a deadline to meet but that was the furthest thing from my mind right now, all that mattered was that she was in my apartment, something I’ve dreamt about since our breakup, though I never imagined it’d be like this – I frown, staring at her ass waving in the air as she searched her way around the gaps between the sofa cushions.

“Dane? ….”

“hmm?”

“What are you looking for?” I asked, indulging in a sight that was rare these days – her tight ass. I loved her ass, it wasn’t an unreciprocated love either – No, Dana had always loved me loving her ass. I gulp, remembering how she’d moan when I caressed it, how she’d unconsciously place my hands on her ass while she’d thrust into me driving us both into ecstasy.