Here I am, in a room full of people I don’t know, yet if I close my eyes, I feel like I’m only with him. Seeing him. Feeling him. The way his breath tickles my neck. The way I can smell his cologne even though the scent has faded some, making it obvious he put it on hours ago. His manly scent comes through the added one, and it only reminds me of the times I lay with a man, woke up with him by my side, and felt comfortable, wrapped in his arms. It’s been too long …
