Chapter 22 Washing His Scent Off

I woke up to the sound of waves. Gentle, rhythmic, almost mocking in their calmness. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, the sheets were soft as clouds, the scent in the room unfamiliar, tinged with salt and musk and something distinctly him. My eyes blinked open slowly, vision blurring into fo...

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