Anby's stomach rumbled, not just with hunger for food, but for something else entirely. As she prepared her meal, her thoughts drifted to the passionate encounter she had experienced earlier that day. She couldn't get the feeling of her lover's skin against hers out of her mind. She took a bite of her food, the flavors fading into the background as she relived the intimate moments they shared. Her fingers traced the outline of her lips, remembering the sensation of their lips locking. Unable to resist any longer, she set down her fork and crawled into bed, yearning for that familiar touch. The sheets were cool against her skin, but she could feel the heat building inside her as she recalled every detail of their lovemaking. Her heart raced as she imagined their bodies entwined once again, their breaths heavy and labored. She reached down between her legs, feeling the dampness that betrayed her excitement and anticipation.
