Scarlet lips begin to curl around The cigarette that she holds Sweet smoke fills up her every breath As another night unfolds Staring at her reflection With a deadness in her eyes
It was fifteen minutes past 6 by the time Ayaan jumped up. He had overslept and Trisha would be home any minute from the spa. He had to leave before she could ask him questions.
Ayaan entered the apartment. It was almost 3 in the afternoon and he was exhausted. Making his way to the bed, he threw his shirt and jeans on the floor.
