I woke up to an ache in places I knew could only have been claimed by him. My throat was dry, my limbs stiff. I blinked into the grey morning light filtering through the blinds and shook off the last remnants of a dream I wasn’t sure was ever mine.
"Where am I" I murmured still half asleep.
There, draped over my body like a silent guardian or a prison, was Kyl’s coat, Black, tailored, smelling of control and cedar wood. I clutched it to my chest, breathing in the sharp scent like I could extract logic from it or maybe just courage.
My legs felt bruised. My skin was hot where the desk had pressed into me. The fabric of my dress clung with sweat and shame. I inhaled slowly, bracing myself to move.
I stood up from the couch with purpose, which was to quickly hurry to my apartment and tak
