Jaenor lay there on the bed, still tasting her lips, his chest rising and falling slowly.
The silence of the room seemed strange after her presence, thick with the memory of their heat.
He sighed, feeling content at the moment. Odessa was such a beautiful woman that she made him forget all about his life. His family and friends—what they were doing—he had forgotten about them.
In the past few months, he did think of them, wondering what they were doing. A thought crossed his mind that they might be thinking he was already dead and moved on with their lives.
He thought of Rena and his mother too.
Eventually, exhaustion pulled him under, and he drifted into sleep with her scent still clinging to him.
He slept for a long time.
When he awoke, dusk had already draped its cloak over the city.
He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and after a long moment of thought, dressed himself.
The bed felt empty without her, but there was business to attend to.
