Valentina's POV
I didn't want to look at him, I just didn't. Looking at him was even a little far-fetched. I didn't want to be in the same space as he was, I didn't want him anywhere near me, I didn't want him in the same mile radius as I was. And no matter how petty it sounded, I didn't want to get even so much as a whiff of his cologne either.
I had barely let that out in my thoughts, when something wafted through my nostrils. I froze, because I recognized it immediately.
Hiro.
In the little time we'd spent together, my nostrils had taken it upon themselves to familiarize themselves with what he smelt like, and right now, I definitely wasn't imagining his signature scent of clean aftershave with a hint of cinnamon and mint. Even though I found the combination a little bit weird,
