CHAPTER 62: PUZZLE PIECES

FREYA'S POV:

I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.

I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room.

It's only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It's big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.

His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it.

I take a big enough inhale, it's almost as though he's still here, ...