He takes off his shirt and mask tossing them away, immediately slumping on the futon he once shared with that woman. It still reeks of the scent she had; that strong feminine scent that had him begging for her presence every now and then.
Where did this piercing-like sensation come from?
Under bated breath; Adam clenched his fist over his chest.
Now he knows where the pain comes from.
It's his heart.
His ice-cold human heart.