HERA
His scent.
I can smell it the minute I awake.
It is the scent of a man who spends most of his time in the crisp freshness of the outdoors; that delicious mix of pines and musk…of spice and danger.
Yet when my eyes eventually fly eagerly open, the other side of the bed we should be sharing is still empty like it has been for the past few days.
But it is not cold, not this time.
There is an indentation on the pillow beside my own and the sheets on the side I was so careful not to roll towards, are rumpled like they would be had someone slept there.
I did not see him, did not even hear him.
He must have come in when I was already fast asleep and left before I could wake up and see him, which is a feat considering my eyes had opened even before the morning’s fifth bell.
He must h
