But I needed luxury tonight. It smelled like him. I loved his scent, so I’d been very liberal. Desperate to scour my mind of him, I’d touched myself to the point of perversion. But my dangerous thoughts refused to yield. The usual tactics provided no relief…only more remorse. Now, I sat by the fountain he’d fixed for me, surrounded by a million tiny lights under a heavy moon—a completely aroused, sandalwood-scented mess. I hadn’t seen him for the past two days, but I felt his presence everywhere. I ignored the lecherous remarks of my former colleagues and Prabhat’s admonishing eyes. Tomorrow, I’d go to the train station and randomly pick a destination. I was leaning toward Hyderabad, a place with many call centers and opportunities. Distance and time healed all wounds, or so I kept telling myself. Thoughts of Liam swirled around my head no matter how many times I tried to swat them away, squash them, or slam the door.
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