~Nico~
I sat on the edge of the bed, the lace still in my hand. The warmth of her scent was everywhere now, wrapping around me like a fog I couldn’t escape. But I didn’t want to escape this fog. I wanted to suffocate in it .
My breathing slowed, each inhale filling me with her essence, each exhale a futile attempt to steady myself.
It wasn’t the fabric itself that got me so hardened up. It was what it represented. Her. The softness of her skin, the curve of her body against mine, the way her voice sounded when she whispered my name like it was a secret just for me.
“Oh…” I moaned, as I remembered how she had whispered my name the last time.
I closed my eyes, and the memory of her flooded my mind.
I could almost see her standing before me, her lips parted in a teasing smile, her eye
