AureliaIt was a little over five in the morning. Lucien was gone again, vanished into whatever dark, consuming business he got in his hands, but his touch, his scent, it still lingered in my body, hitting my senses more than ever. The scent of his mahogany cologne clung to my skin, embedding itself into my senses, until I feel like I couldn't breathe without smelling him. I lay staring at the ceiling, haunted by a terrifying question: Since when did I start craving his presence?Was it due to the nights where I was always left alone in here, with only walls as my company and no one to talk to. Or maybe.. I'm starting to get used to his touch, starting to wanting it, needing it. At that realization, my heart started to thrummed in fear. No, I told myself. That's not possible. This has to stop.His words flashed back in my head, his cold words, the arrogance that snuck in his tone. You’ll be the one begging for it, little swan.I gasped. My hands flew to the sheets, clutching
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