Interrupted Cravings

Sienna — First Person POV

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I woke up slowly.

The kind of slow that happens when you feel safe. When nothing hurts. When the world feels quiet and soft and still.

The room was dim and warm. The curtains were pulled just enough to let in a little golden light. The air smelled faintly like Emilio’s cologne, something deep and clean and warm, mixed with the scent of body lotion and steam from earl