Maya stepped out of the shower, her skin warm and dewy, carrying the faint scent of her body wash—lavender with a soft hint of vanilla, calming yet quietly intoxicating. Harper, efficient as always, had already packed her things and laid out a dress on the bed—a pale yellow midi dress, its silky fabric catching the light like morning sunshine.
“Oh,” Harper grinned, tilting her head as she looked Maya over. “That scent—you always smell like calm and sugar at the same time. No wonder he can’t keep his hands off you.”
Maya flushed, “It’s just body wash,” she muttered, though her heart skipped at the thought of Damien noticing the same thing.
“Mmhm, sure,” Harper teased, lifting the dress and holding it out. “Put this on. It’ll make you look like summer and innocence had a baby.”
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