~Teyana’s POV~

I woke up with my eyes still closed, stretching my hand to feel him, but he was no more there. All that was left of him was his scent. I expected that, yet, was disappointed.

I rolled over lazily till my chest was sprawled against where he had been laying, my nose inhaling his scent deeper than necessary like an obsessed lover.

His scent was still everywhere- a warm, addictive mix of his cologne and the faint scent of the shampoo he used. It clung to my pillow, to the sheets, to the air itself. It was almost enough.

A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. I didn’t...