NOLA
The sun is barely peeking through the heavy velvet curtains of my bedroom, but I’m already wide awake, my skin still buzzing with the ghost of Rhett’s touch and the terrifying, beautiful weight of him pinning me to those sheets, I roll over and press my face into the pillow, inhaling the faint scent of woodsmoke and something primal that he left behind, and for a second, I can almost pretend that the world is normal and that the man downstairs is just a man who happens to want me with a frightening intensity.
I eventually drag myself out of bed, my muscles aching in a way that reminds me of how he held me, and I head downstairs, hoping to find him in the kitchen, but instead, I find the one person who can ruin a perfectly good morning just by breathing the same air as me, Selene is
