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You smell so good

Sienna’s POV

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘚𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶..

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

—𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

I felt chill run down my spine as I read the letter. I quickly placed the flowers and the letter on the table before pulling my phone out of my pocket and immediately calling Samuel.

“Samuel,” I said.

“Why did you call? I'm actually busy right now. Can we talk later?”

“There’s something I want to ask you...”

“What is it?” He asked.

I was silent for a moment before finally speaking. “Did you send me flowers?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the bouquet in front of me.

“No.”

From the way he answered, I could tell he really hadn't sent them.

“You know I always give you flowers personally whenever I do. Why? Did someone send you flowers?”

“Uh—o-okay...” I stammered. “I'll talk to you later. Fucos on your work for now. Bye.”

I ended the call and picked up the bouquet before heading toward the back of the house. I threw the flowers into the trash and stood there for a moment, staring at them.

“If the flowers didn't come from, Samuel, then who sent them? Who is he, and why would he send me flowers?”

My eyes widened when I suddenly remembered the man who kissed me that night. There was only one person I could think of who would do something like this.

And it was him.

He was the only person I could think of who would do something like this. I couldn't think of anyone else who would, especially after that man had stolen a kiss from my lips.

I went back to the living room and found Elara already there. She had the remote in one hand while munching on some cookies.

“Where did you go?” She asked, briefly glancing at me before turning her attention back to the television. “I noticed you were gone, and the TV was still on.”

“Just out back. I had to throw some trash away,” I managed to say.

She simply nodded, her mouth still full of cookies.

“I’m going upstairs for a while,” I said before leaving.

“Okay.”

I walked upstairs and went straight to my room. I practically threw myself onto the bed and let out a deep sigh. I couldn't get that flower out of my mind. Something about it didn't feel right.

The next day, after I finished attending to one of my patients and was about to leave, a man suddenly arrived at the emergency room.

There was a small amount of blood along the side of his forehead and a minor cut on his arm. It looked like he'd been in a minor accident, but his condition didn't seem serious.

I couldn't get a good look at his face because the nurse was blocking my view.

“Miss, can you assist him?” My fellow nurse called.

I immediately walked over.

I froze when the man turned toward me, only to find him already looking straight at me. My lips parted slightly, and my eyes widened.

I didn't know why, but the way he was staring at me made ne nervous.

“Miss, assistant him, please,” The nurse said again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I quickly composed myself and walked over to the man, who was sitting on the examination bed. I gathered everything I needed to clean his wounds before approaching him.

“Please stay still,” I said as I prepared the gauze and antiseptic.

He gave me a slight nod.

I reached for his arm and gently wiped away the blood. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was staring at me intently.

After cleaning the wound on his arms, I moved on to the cut on his forehead. I couldn't help but feel nervous under his intense gaze.

“S-sorry,” I muttered when I pressed a little too hard against his wound. But he didn't even flinch.

“It's fine,” He said, his voice deep and low.

I said nothing, swallowing repeatedly as I tried to calm myself down.

“Why are you sweating?” Ge suddenly asked.

“W-what?” I asked, even though I had clearly heard him.

“You smell so good,” He said.

I looked at him, and our eyes immediately met. “I-I’m done,” I said quickly, looking away.

I gathered the supplies I had used and was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me closer.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing around. Thankfully, no one seemed to be looking in our direction.

“It’s only been a few days since that night, but I already find myself craving you,” He said, his eyes fixed on mine.

“Just let me go,” I said again, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you from head to toe,” He said in his low and steady voice. “I want everything about you. Your eyes, your lips, your scent—everything.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. I pushed him away with all the strength I had. The last thing I saw before walking away was the disturbing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

I pressed a hand against my chest as soon as I was far enough from him. There was something strange about that man. He made me nervous. I had hated the feeling I got from him from the very first moment I saw him.

“Nurse Valeria, what happened?” Another nurse asked as she approached me.

“I looked at her. “N-nothing. I just felt a little dizzy, but I'm fine now.”

“You should sit down for a while. Don't push yourself too hard.”

I simply nodded.

The nurse continued walking, leaving me standing there alone.

It was already seven in the evening when I finally got out of the hospital. I walked toward the street to wait for a taxi when a car suddenly pulled up in front of me.

A smile immediately spread across my lips. When I recognized it.

The car door opened, and Samuel stepped out. He walked toward me and held out his hand, which I gladly took. He opened the passenger door for me, and I got inside. He then walked around to the other side, got into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

“You never told me you were coming to pick me up,” I said with a smile.

He glanced at me for a moment before turning his attention back to the road.

“It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. Besides, I'm not taking you home yet. We're going to have dinner at a nearby restaurant first,” He said with a smile.

“Really?”

“Yes,” He replied. “Lately, it feels like I barely have any time for you. We're both busy with work, and I just want us to have some time together, even if it's only for a little while.”

I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. “My fiancé is really sweet.”

He simply smiled at me.

Samuel is a chef, while I'm a nurse, so we rarely get a spend time together because of how busy we are with work. Sometimes, when he has free time, I'm the one who's busy. And when I finally have a time, he's the one caught up with work. Our time hardly ever seem to match.

He pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and stopped the car. He got out, walked around to my side and opened the door for me.

He held out his hand, which I immediately took before steeping out of the car.

I walked into the restaurant together and looked around for an empty table. Once we found one, we headed toward it. Samuel pulled out a chair for me before taking the seat across from mine.

“Shall we order?” He asked.

“Sure.” I gave him a nod.

I glanced at the man sitting in a corner. His hands looked familiar to me.

I can’t see his face because it’s covered by whatever he’s reading. But it probably isn’t him; maybe they just have similar-looking hands.

But they have the same tattoo on their hand.