AMORA’S POV;
I’ve been through enough darkness and pain in my life to know one thing—I don’t want to make things worse by pushing my luck. He told me how much he hates lateness, and I took that as a silent warning. I wasn’t about to cross that line. So, with the urgency of someone who knows what’s at stake, I rushed into the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of my restless night.
The moment I got out, I saw them—the clothes he had laid out for me, just like the other day. Without thinking too much, I slipped into them. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn't help myself; I was becoming addicted to the sensation of wearing his clothes. They were soft, comfortable, and carried his scent—a scent that was slowly weaving itself into the fabric of my world, even though I wished it wo
