“Valen!"
He'd barely shut the door behind him before I was standing in front of him. Yesterday, I'd thought about how I hadn't minded him avoiding me, but now that I was this close to him again, I realized that I had missed him.
“Why are you awake so early?" he asked, frowning down at me.
“Waiting for you, silly."
It was partly true. I had no idea or expectation that he'd show up, but I had wanted to see him and tell him about Bethany. But mostly, after following Bethany back to the house, I hadn't been able to go back to bed, despite how tired I was.
“Why?"
“I wanted to—" I leaned in closer and sniffed at his shirt, my nose wrinkling in confusion.
He stepped back. “What are you—?"
“Why do you smell like that?" I interrupted.
I frowned up at him while I tried to place the scent.
