Zique walked down the prison aisle, passing the rusty bars that defined each cell. There was a number on each one and he was told that Kiara’s cell was the 44th. After two weeks, he’d finally get to see her again, he couldn’t help the anxiety that toured through him and the anticipation that fed off of his steps.

The scent of this place was so heavy and disgusting that he could barely smell her. But it was there, her sweet scent...the one that always managed to seduce him...that scent which was