•Dahlia•
When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, Hayden was still in my room. He must have cleaned himself up and had someone change the sheets while I was in the bathroom.
His back was faced to me as he stared at the door. He must have heard me walk out of the bathroom because he sucked in a sharp breath.
The room still has the lingering scent of my pheromones. And even though I had ensured to wash the inside and outside of my body, Hayden’s thick pheromones refused to leave me.
Smelling one’s pheromones on another person could be a huge turn on. And I could still smell my pheromones on his body; vice versa.
I didn’t attempt to go any closer towards Hayden and stood by the door of the bathroom.
If he wanted to say something, he should say it and stop making the atmosphere in
