CHAPTER 62: PUZZLE PIECES

FREYA'S POV:

I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.

I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room.

It’s only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It’s big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.

His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it.

I take a big enough inhale, it’s almost as though he’s still here, laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and wiping up some interesting comebacks.

Xena is already far gone on her desk, deep in slumber.

I take up her blanket and wrap it around her, not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest before I get mine.

I turn off the lights all the while cuddling in bed with my new adornment.

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“Freya, hurry up!” Xena yells incessantly whilst clipping the last strand of hair perfectly away from her face.

I never really understand the need to clip her already short hair, it’s not like the wind could blow it