Book 2. Chapter 12

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|Rican|

It was already afternoon, and I was waiting at our usual restaurant for James. But that stupid guy was nowhere to be found. I glanced at my wristwatch again—he was already an hour late. Every time I called him, his response was the same: "Coming, just a minute..."

I was so stressed that my mind was no longer working. "Did I take the wrong step by agreeing to sleep with her?" Her smile, her voice, her smell—everything about her was so vivid, constantly flashing before my eyes.

I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. The events of the night played over and over in my head like a relentless loop.

And her smell—God, her smell. It lingered in my senses It was intoxicating, making it impossible to think clearly. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel her presence, as if I was still inside of her.

I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh. The waiter approached again, his tone impatient. "Do you need anything else, or are you just wasting ou