Alice’s POV
Sam’s car rolled into the driveway of the mansion, the soft hum of the engine dying down as he parked. Instead of just dropping me off like any other “fake boyfriend” might, he walked me to the door.
“I had fun today,” he said, his voice warm and quiet.
I nodded, smiling slightly. “I did too.”
He leaned down and pecked my forehead, then pulled me into a hug. His arms wrapped around me with ease—familiar, calming.
“You smell so good,” I murmured, breathing in the scent on his collarbone.
He chuckled. “You’re weird.”
I laughed softly and pulled back. “What is that? It’s really calming.”
“Fragncia Aroma,” he said. “Had them make one for me—natural flavors, custom blend.”
“Well, I like it. It’s subtle. Not too loud.”
He held my gaze for a second longer. “See you tomorrow?
