Mabel Jenisse.
A simple librarian,
The most precious flower in all of the gardens. Humble, kind, naive and beautiful, she was of true rarity indeed.
Unaware of Mr. Novikov's watchful eyes, her presence stirred a silent longing in him he never knew...
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I snuggled closer to the warm body next to me. It felt so snug and muscular. I sniffed it a bit and felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. This person smelled so good.
Like fresh forest rain and cinnamon wood.
I inched closer and closer, making sure to tangle my body around the person. I did not want to let them go. I didn't want the dream to end.
"Mabel?" I heard a groggy voice say.
My eyes widened open in shock at the voice. Why did the stranger his voice sound exactly like...
"Diomedes?!" I yelped as I quickly tried to remove myself from the position I had entangled myself in.
I pushed myself away from him, causing me to fall from the bed, onto my butt. I groaned in pain as I massaged my rear.
"You're awake."
I glanced up at him. His hair was completely disheveled and had grown almost past his shoulders now. He had no shirt on, making me wonder what had occurred last night.
How did we end up in bed together?
"Did we?..."
Diomedes chuckled. "No. We didn't. You just had a little too much to drink last night." He said as he sat up on the bed while rubbing his eyes.
I looked down at the floor. Last night held some of the most chaotic moments in my life...so far.
I had been feeling extremely melancholic the entire week since being in Greece and I had had enough.
