With a contented sigh, Chester pressed his face deeper into the pillow. It smelled so fucking good, like a smell he was accustomed to, a smell he loved. It was smelling like a mix of roses and peaches that grew outside his window at Lilycity.
Closing his eyes and inhaling sweetly, he recognized the smell. It used to be a smell that tortured him. A smell he'd try and block out, and move away from. But now, he breathed it in greedily, searched it out, and memorized it. He willingly let it wash over him and it made him smile.
It was Philo. He reached out, searching for soft curves and warm skin, but found nothing but tangled sheets. Lifting his head, he opened an eye and glared at the empty spot next to him. 'Where was she'?
