***Serena***
I stand from where I had been sat on the window seat. I had been people watching, viewing members of the public from my far-away vantage point. I was enjoying having epic eyesight back, particularly now it was daytime.
But what is really attracting my attention is his scent. I can smell him coming down the corridor and my heart is already racing.
Fuck sake, it's like the beginning all over again! I whine to Hera.
Yeah and you controlled yourself. Mostly. Don't worry, you'll be fine, she replies.
The door opens and James steps in, wearing blue shorts and a tight white tank top. It isn't just the bergamot, it is the testosterone after he's been working out, and its simple effect on this new and improved version of us is rather profound.
He shuts the door, maintaining the b
