Venessa’s POV
His scent flooded my senses, wrapping around me like a memory I could never escape. The emotions it stirred were almost unbearable. I had loved him once deeply, painfully in a life long past. And though that life had ended, my heart hadn’t forgotten. It still ached for him, the same way it always had.
I stripped the sheets from the bed, trying to distract myself, when I felt his gaze on me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice laced with concern.
“I need to wash these,” I murmured, keeping my tone steady. “They’re stained.”
He didn’t respond, just watched me silently.
“Do you have anything you want me to wash?” I asked, glancing his way. He shook his head.
I gathered the dirty laundry and began tidying the room, carefully avoiding the dresser and vanity table. He sta
