ANASTASIA GRIFFITHS
I clung onto the three handkerchiefs and sniffed on them, inhaling them, hoping that his scent would still be there, but it was gone. It's like it vanished with him.
I couldn't believe that he is really gone. Why did he have to leave so early? We had to talk. He said that we had something important to talk about. I never even got a chance to tell him that I love him back. I have always loved him, since the day I first met him at his Restaurant.
Chuckles! That had to be my favourite moment in his office when he had me locked up between the bookshelf and his body, his hands massaging my waist and him whispering in my ears. He got me so wet; a whole stranger got me yearning for him, but I still fell for him.
Now, I let my anger control me. I couldn't tell him what I
