In the middle of the night, Ezekiel woke up finding himself sleeping on the sofa. He had slept well with a cushion behind his head. Ryln had been thoughtful enough to ensure he slept comfortably. A small thin blanket covered him and he could smell the scent coming from it. It was the same scent that he couldn't get enough of.
The lounge being private, none would be so stupid enough to enter without permission. He glanced at his Rolex wristwatch and saw it was half-past midnight. He sluggishly headed to the bathroom to freshen up. He washed his face and glanced at the reflection in the mirror. Water dripped down his face while his eyes were slightly red.
He smiled however, the smile didn't reach his eyes. The pain that he still felt earlier returned. The temporary relief had faded away
