Riley woke up the next morning feeling ill yet again. She burrowed down in her bed, burying her nose in Kent’s sweater. She had changed into pajamas after escaping to her room the night before, but had ultimately put his sweater back on. It smelled like him and she found it oddly comforting to sleep wrapped in his delicious scent.
She had only ever slept in the bed with Paul on two occasions. Once was planned but the second time was because he had fallen asleep. That second time had been the beginning of the end for them. She never had anything that smelled of Paul in their house and on those long stretches of time when he didn’t come she would be heartbroken, wishing she had just a shirt or pillow with his scent in it. But he was adamant that no one would catch his scent on her so he ne
