Lizzian To Arin

A week later...

Sunlight creeps through the lavender curtains, spreading warmth all over the magnificent room. The bed is cosy. It’s huge, soft, and has tough hands grown on either side that are pulling me deep into it. The embrace is exotic and comfortable and the scent—I inhale into its intoxicating aroma.

It pushes me back to nostalgia. Damn! It’s familiar but I don’t remember using the misty deodorant ever. It’s masculine and powerful/

I stir a bit and snuggle more into the addictive warmth. Its fragrance is exhilarating yet cherishing. It is special—I have never smelled anything as narcotic before.

I can be around it the whole of my life and still not get bored of it. In the safety of its sturdiness, I can survive the toughest of the times. My lips curve at the thought. I feel something soft tickling my cheeks.

I have had one of the best nights of sleep of my life in years. I don't remember when was the last time I slept like a baby—without a care in the world. There is absolu