I stopped and glanced up at him. “Sure,” I replied. It didn’t matter much, but it saved me from the awkward silence of the train ride home.
In the car, I noticed the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. It was Elize’s scent. The familiar floral note stirred a sharp sting inside, knowing it clung to him from their time together, just another reminder of her constant presence in his life.
I forced a casual tone, “Do you like the smell of jasmine?”
Desar’s eyes flickered, though he tried to keep his voice steady. “It’s… okay.”
“Really?” I replied quietly.
The scent seemed to linger on him often enough that I wondered if it wasn’t intentional on her part, a mark of her claim in a way I’d never dared.
If someone from the pack smells him, they would think they're mates. But their pack members already knew the truth, yet they vouch for their “love”.
At the restaurant, Kyle and the others were already gathered. Desar walked straight to Elize, who looked up at him, visibly pleased.
She acted surprised to see me. “Maisie,” she greeted, overly polite, “it’s good you could make it.”