Arlene
I woke up to the pungent aroma of freshly baked bread. The smell lingered in the air, teasing my senses.
I opened my eyes gently, turning toward the scent. Beside my bed sat a tray with a basket of warm bread and a small dish of butter. Yet, no matter how inviting the breakfast was, it did little to ease the heaviness in my chest.
Last night was the first time I slept alone without Cole’s large body beside me. Despite everything - his coldness and indifference - Cole had always come home. He always shared the bed, his presence as constant as the moon in the sky.
I always had his warm arms wrapped around me while he pushed his hard rod inside my wet opening. No matter how sleepy I was, my p***y throbbed at just a touch from his finger.
I tried to push the thought away. He never
