(Mia)For a moment, I lie still, staring at the ceiling.Then memory surfaces. Not all at once. Just fragments.His voice, his touch. And his kiss.I close my eyes.He is not about to do anything while I’m drunk. That second bottle was a really bad choice on my part.But I never expected him to actually come home. I might be only dreaming that he stayed in here with me. That I held him close all night and he let me.I shift slightly, my hand brushing the sheets beside me.I roll over.The space is empty, but not untouched. The mattress dips faintly where he slept, the impression still there. The pillow has been used.When I inhale, the familiar scent of his cologne lingers… spicy, subtle, unmistakable.He stayed. That changes things.Settle down, girl. He isn’t in bed with you now is he?I push myself up.My head throbs faintly as I stand, the aftereffects of the wine making themselves known. I wince, then straighten.Get it together.I wash up, change into a simple dress, and tie my
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