Lavender Nights — Chapter Two

SASHA

The night turned to morning for a millisecond as I turned to the tepid voice, a voice I did not know I was desperate to hear until that second, that hour, that day. A voice so solitary and voraciously in need- in need of something warm, something cocooned. I did not think any part of this night could ease the hecticness and nerves that abhorred my body up until she spoke. I think it was partly because I…