Warren held the door open as I walked in, hesitating momentarily as my feet crossed the threshold. I blinked at the sharp contrast of whites, greys, and blacks in the open plan kitchen and living room. The downlights reflected off the glossy white tiles like a thousand tiny stars as I was greeted by an overwhelming cloud of Warren’s scent. I had once found it comforting, a welcomed sign that I have reached the place where I could lose myself, leave all my troubles behind.
“What are you doing here Beautiful? Sick of your new toy already?” he asked, a wicked grin tugging at his lips.
“I need a distraction,” I admitted, like many times before. I paused in the center of the room, my heart thrumming in my chest. What was I doing? Warren sauntered past me. I could feel the heat from his body
