[MORNING]
Orange lights rolled in the cloud, falling on Ixora's room. The harsh reflections shone brightly in Ixora's eyes. Ixora stretched herself, turning to the other side.
A strong smell caught her nose. The dangerous, seductive scent she had no idea if she herself was obsessing over. She couldn't understand the logic behind recognizing the scent at any time of the day.
She smiled, taking in a long sniff of his scent. The scent filled her nostrils.
Her eyes flickered open, and she sat up.
She took her gaze to the drawer and saw a paper in the drawer.
"This," she muttered and picked it up.
The scent invaded her nose again. She then realized it was the paper that smelled like him.
She looked at the paper. Some words were scribbled on it.
Staring at it longer, she was able to fi
