023~Ryvessa
I woke up before the sun had fully risen, the room still bathed in soft gray light. My body felt heavy, like it hadn’t quite caught up to the fact that I was back in my own bed after months of sleeping in Drexel’s massive one. The sheets smelled like home lavender detergent and faint traces of Mama’s cooking...instead of smoke, leather, and that dark spice that always clung to him. I turned over slowly. No Drexel asleep on the couch with his neck craned at an impossible angle. No quiet breathing to match mine. Just silence. I told myself it was relief. It didn’t feel like relief. I sat up, rubbed my face, and forced myself to move, had to shower, after that I wore my clothes...my own tank top and jeans, nothing oversized that carried his scent. I stared at the mirror for a long sec
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