A scent that had filled his own home and made every night difficult to sleep through entirely without feeling her body curled next to his. Glancing at...the bed he saw her sleeping form and almost lost it right there. Emotions tugged at the back of his eyes, muscles he hadn’t realized were tense—loosened, Samantha was there. She slept on top of the sheets, her face red and puffy from tears that Gabe knew had fallen earlier. Reaching out, he pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes only to have. .“Jylainah.” Her name pierces the air from my lips, my heart starting to beat erratically within.My eyes capture an image behind her, subtly sitting in a vintage mirror with haunted, crimson eyes; dark blonde hair covering my forehead in thick, wavy tresses; skin tone a unusually natural shade of tan, compared to the average Caucasian male; and finally, I noted the way the green polo fit snugly against my chest, stained in dried bloody & tears of pitiful humans.“Why are you here?” Jylainah. It was soon that his behavior changed...He started complementing me more telling me i was beautiful. It moved on to massages and gentle kisses on the cheek. I never resisted. The thoughts were there and more persistant. I starting wearing short shorts and tank tops. I ditched the brah and underwear. He noticed me on the coach and came over to kiss me one day from behind me. I know he looked down my shirt and saw my cute c cup breasts. This time he noticed my nipples get hard. He walked away and. When who should walk in but Julie. She’d moved away from town a little while ago, but, as it turned out, was back in home for a couple of days. I got a huge hug and a kiss - this was a lady who I would take to bed in a heartbeat - and not for sleeping either. The look and the hug said it all. Reluctantly we stood back and stopped when we saw the startled look of the Coffee shop owner - a friend of us all.I left to take the coffee back to my other half who still had about six hours of the day.