Luke's smell washed over my senses. The smell of my bed, which reminded me of a faint spring garden, mingled with Luke's pine tree scent. He hadn't refreshed his cologne since the morning but the smell still lingered, producing a calming air when it reached my nose. I fell asleep soothed by how close I felt to him from his lingering scent.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Ficción General"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
