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“You know I meant the royalhousehold.” My lips quirked up. “But that would totally be worthy of a Netflix show.”
“If they wanted an audience of one.You.”
Delighted with her argumentativeness, I sighed.
“What?” she demanded, mid-click of her mouse, clearly seeing that I was studying her and unafraid to call me out on it.
“Nothing. Just…” I smirked. “You haven’t changed.”
“I’ll get dressed after I set my computer up. Fuck knows what he did to it to track my—”
“I wasn’t talking about clothes, Lodestar,” I grouched. “I meantyou. You haven’t changed.”
She frowned. “Why would I have?”
“People change when you meet them in real life. Plus, there’s some stuff you just can’t predict.”
“Like the fact you smell of oranges?”
“I checked every toiletry I brought with me and there isn’t a single citrus top note in any of them.”
“You smell of oranges.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m glad. I like oranges,” she grumbled. “But I know what you mean. You could have smelled of oud and then I’d have had to go puke.”
“Oud isn’t that bad,” I retorted, thinking about an aftershave I really loved that used oud in its composition.
“It is. It’s horrible. It makes me sneeze.”
There went the two-thousand-dollar-an-ounce bottle into the trash.
I huffed on my way over to her, but I was careful not to block her in place or to trap her between myself and the table. She grew tense at my proximity yet allowed me to gently collect her hair into a soft ponytail.
As I moved closer to her, she turned more and more rigid, but when I pressed my nose to her nape, a soft sigh drifted from her lips.
“What are you doing?“
“Finding out what you smell of,” I whispered.
“You slept with me.”
“Technically,youslept withme, and my nose was too far away.”
She snorted, which I took as silent assent for my ministrations to continue, then shivered when I ran the tip of my nose along the line of her neck. I pressed a kiss to the top vertebra of her spine, enjoying the soft, surprised breath she released, then let my forehead rest against the back of her head.
“What do I smell of?” she whispered as my free hand moved to her stomach where I spread my fingers wide to hold her in place.
I closed my eyes.
Mine.
But I didn’t have a death wish.
“Cinnamon.”
It wasn’t a total lie.
