"I miss you too, Wyatt." Claudia Ross wrapped her arms around Wyatt Perry's neck and effortlessly lay down on the small single bed.
The bed was a very simple wooden plank bed; even though it was padded with a quilt, it was still hard as a rock.
Wyatt Perry was a clean freak; the bed sheets, bedding, and pillows on the wooden bed were all brand new. Completely new items couldn't be slept on either; they had to be washed clean first.
The sheets emitted a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
Claudia Ross lay on the white sheets, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, spreading out.
"Wyatt..." Claudia's large, watery eyes stared dreamily at the man she longed for, her eyes gleaming.
It had only been a few days since they had last seen each other, yet it felt as though an entire century had passed.
She truly didn't know how she survived those five years being apart from him; now, she thought about him all the time. Missing him had become a habit.
