12

It was dark outside when I woke up. In the bedroom, Jana, dressed only in someone else's shirt. One. The linen bed linen smelled through and through. Involuntarily, she pulled one of the pillows to her and hugged her, nuzzling her nose. A tart trail with hints of cardamom and musk seemed to wrap the mind in a warm, weightless embrace. Every muscle in my body responded to the echoes of the scent. The response went through an unimaginable number of tiny injections along the nerve endings. The lower abdomen immediately twisted with a demanding spasm.

And this after all that was in the shower? Yes, Yang is definitely a carrier of something highly contagious and untreatable!

One of the doors in the house slammed, forcing me to return to a reality that is not as cloudless and sweet as my strange sensations. I managed to cover my bare legs by pulling the covers off the bed. The men's shirt did not quite reliably hide the backside, and I didn’t even want to remember the fact that I didn’t hav