C11 LOVING YOU...

I woke up smothered in a bundle of cotton sheets. I tossed, groping across the bed for Jack, but I was met with more pile of sheets. I wriggled myself from the bedding, and picked up his scrunched shirt from the large area rug. I brought it to my nose and inhaled his intoxication scent—fresh water, mint and a hint of oud. The smoky and woody notes made his scent exceptionally rare and rich