Jaxon
The sound of the alarm shatters the silence—shrill, annoying. As if I had slept.
Without even looking, I reach out and shut it off instantly, the abrupt movement making the mattress vibrate. The alarm isn’t the problem.
I remain still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, my breathing slow and measured. My head throbs, pounds, as if my blood is boiling in my veins. And I know exactly why.
I haven’t slept a single minute all night. I couldn’t.
Every single second was spent in a hell made of her presence, her breath, the warmth of her body just inches from mine. And most of all, that damn scent that wrapped around me like a sweet, lethal poison, seeping into me until it intoxicated me.
Vanilla. With a hint of something darker, spicier. Something that makes me want to bury my face in her ne
