Wicked
Avi Love, Jayden Cole Pic(s)
The air in the room was thick with the scent of her, a phantom perfume of warm skin and salt that clung to the sheets long after she had slipped away. His fingers traced the lingering warmth in the hollow of the mattress, a fading map of where her body had surrendered to the night. Moonlight, pale and unforgiving, spilled across the empty space beside him, illuminating only the ghost of her impression. He could still feel the electric memory of her mouth, a desperate, bruising pressure agat his own that had spoken a final, silent goodbye. The silence that answered now was a physical weight, broken only by the frantic drumming of his own heart agat his ribs. Every shadow in the corner seemed to hold the echo of her last, shuddering breath agat his neck, a promise torn away by the dawn. The silk of the pillowcase was cool where her hair had fanned out in dark, tangled waves, a stark contrast to the feverish heat they had generated. A single, forgotten hair, dark as midnight, coiled on the white linen, a fragile testament to the violent intimacy they had shared. He closed his eyes, drowning in the vivid, aching absence she had left behind, a void more palpable than any touch.
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