I rack my brain, trying to remember it.
To assign the smell to a memory.
A time.
A place.
A person.
I convince myself that I’m crazy. Until I flip onto my side and my cheek comes in contact with something warm and hard. A man’s chest? The last straw is the quiet, regular breathing fanning my cheek.
Holy fucking shit.
Next thing I know, I’m jumping off the mattress and running to turn the light on. My pulse stalls when I see him.
Because the man in my bed… is also the man in my nightmares.