Eight hours before…
The city lights blurred past as I sat in the back of my car as it drove towards my house. My head rested against the cool glass of the window as I watched the scenery before me with great intensity even though I had seen it at least a million times. It was no surprise because even with the hum of the engine and the occasional honk from impatient drivers nearby, my mind was somewhere else. It was on one person that had successfully hitched onto my mind like a parasite no matter how much I tried to detach from her. Sophia.
The scent of her apartment still clung to my clothes—soft, warm and an intoxicating mix of lavender and something that was uniquely hers. Being in her space and in the quiet intimacy of her home, had done something to me. Something that I had never
