Confessions
Easton was used to me getting ready for the day before him. He woke up at the crack of dawn, got ready for work and then woke me. Gently, only to let me know he was leaving. Sometimes I opened my eyes and looked at him. Admiring the suits he wore, expensive looking. Perfectly fitted for his body. The fresh scent of his cologne lingering around him. Smelling so familiar now. It lingered on our bed, in our room. It reminded me of my husband all the time. Easton stepped into our closet, observing me quietly with tired eyes. “Do you have plans?” He asked. I shook my head, “No.” He leaned against the doorpost, still wary of me, “Then you could rest a little more.” “I feel totally rested.” He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair, “You want to talk about your guest?” I turn
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