Freshly bathed, my hand's all healed(thanks to the healer that dropped by), a soft, fluffy white towel wrapped around my body, and humming happily, I get out of Ellen's private bathroom.
Since the bathroom is inside his bedroom, the moment I got out my sense of smell received a hearty dose of fragrance that belongs to Ellen.
Oh, but he always smells so good. I can't help but get a long whiff of it, sniffing the air like a dog.
It seems sniffing the air isn't enough, though.
With a squeal, I rush towards Ellen's bed, diving into it, and bury my face on his pillows.
After eighteen years of being stuck living in smelly alleyways and a barn filled with animals that always seem to poop, the smell of a clean room and a handsome guy is a definite upgrade I want to thank my lucky stars for.
