Adonis
My mind and body were in complete harmony, beyond description. I felt euphoric, not from good s*x, alcohol, or m*******a. I'd been celibate since Isabella's death, and I wasn't drunk, but I was high on an unfathomable level of happiness.
For the first time in my life, warmth flooded my heart, and I couldn't stop smiling. This unexpected comfort puzzled me. Something was calming me down, but all I could recall was a touch - gentle, magical hands that gave me goosebumps all over.
The sun shone through the curtains and energized me. But one question lingered: "Whose hands were those?"
It was driving me insane that I still couldn't recall anything about the hands that had touched me. I desperately wanted to put a face to those hands because their touch was the only thing that brou
