I stretched my hands across the bed, trying to pull her back into my arms, but all I touched was cold sheets.
I opened my eyes with a groan.
She ran away, of course she did.
But her scent still lingered everywhere. On my pillow. My sheets, my skin. That sweet vanilla mixed with something that was purely her, soft and addictive enough to make me lose my f*****g mind.
“f**k,” I muttered hoarsely, grabbing the pillow and pressing it against my face as I inhaled deeply.
It was pathetic.
I knew it was pathetic. But I couldn’t stop.
My room had never smelled this good before her. It felt like she had crawled under my skin and settled there permanently, leaving pieces of herself everywhere just to torture me after she was gone.
When the scent started fading from one side of the pillow, I
