Chapter Twenty-three
SPENCER I wake up feeling cold. Why am I so cold? My hand then searches for her. How come she isn't in bed? I then sit up only to reveal her clothes that were scattered all over the floor are now gone. She left. Do I blame her? I can't even comprehend what happened between us two. It's all blurry. Could it be all just a dream? I know my mind and it couldn't be that vivid. She felt like a cloud. She smelled like roses. God, I love how she smells. I find myself rolling over to her side of the bed. The side she would also sleep all those months ago. I would get the left, her the right. The pillow smells like roses. I breathe in her scent. I bet I looked like a creep, but I didn't care. Another thought roles my mind back to last night. She came knocking on my door. I answered and we talked
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