53: Smell
I smelled fresh cotton. Probably because, as stated earlier, I had my head in Luke's lap. My nose was pressed close to his knee. Even though Luke always said he sometimes wore clothes over again, I knew that was not the case. He had just done washing. And he had cologne on. It was strong because I was able to sense that from where I was sitting.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Ficción GeneralI didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding...
