Chapter 40
Turning over he clung to the pillow, bringing it flush with his body, the fabric of the pillowcase rubbing enticingly across his chest. The smell of her wafting up, that sweet smell of her. It was her, her hair, her body, the scent of her after their late night rendezvous’. He gripped harder, satisfied with only the pillow, her stand-in
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