There he was. Even more gorgeous than the last time I remembered him to be. My heart fluttered with joy, with anticipation. I wanted to be near him, hear his voice, and smell the Jasmine in his robes. We did leave things in a small misunderstanding the last time we spoke. Perhaps it was time…to make amends. Slowly, I slid the door to the side and stepped into the next train car where Henry was. With each step I took, the scent of Jasmine grew stronger and his beautiful features grew more detailed. Slick, neatly combed hair, dark skin, pierced ears, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and a slim, firm body. The same body I wanted to overpower me…that lustful night…My love for Henry was never a phase.

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