Chapter 62 Edge Of Oblivion

• The fresh scent of soap and Efrem’s cologne slowly seeps into my consciousness, gently pulling me from the depths of sleep. It’s a familiar scent, one I’ve come to associate with the start of Efrem’s day. I lie still for a moment, savoring the warmth of the bed and the lingering comfort of sleep before I open my eyes.
• Memories of last night float to the surface of my mind. The storm raging outside, Efrem and I curled up in the living room, waiting for it to pass. The warmth of his body next to mine, the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. And then later, in our bedroom, his hands were all over me, tearing my clothes off. I reminisce on the feeling of his lips against my skin, of his warm mouth on my most sensitive parts.
• The memory spreads a warmth between my legs, an aching desire to relive it.