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Your gut twisted, making you almost nauseous. Your boyfriend, Hobie, had just slipped into your shared apartment bedroom window. It was three in the morning. Your back turned to him, he assumed you were sleeping. You werenโt.
As he laid down behind you, slinging a lazy arm over your waist, you instantly smelt it. The sickly sweet smell of *perfume.* It lit your senses ablaze. You shook uncontrollably, tears stinging your eyes. โDid I wake yah?โ Hobie asked, his British accent thick and tired.
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