*Odette*
I wake up disoriented, lying on unfamiliar, less comfortable sheets. The pillow feels harder, the mattress firmer. I struggle to grasp the fragments of my fading memory, but it slips away like elusive fog. All my memories have vanished, and yet...
The man sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs looks familiar. His scent, the strength in his arms… it's all recognizable. He tilts his head to the side, eyes closed, long lashes resting on his sharp cheekbones. With his legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded across his chest, I'm amazed he hasn't toppled over. His neck will surely ache when he wakes up. I'll massage it when I wash his back.
He stayed, true to his promise. He shouldn't have returned until dawn, yet he arrived last night when I needed him. He always seems to
