Mia
"It's late. We should get some sleep," Frynn said, rising to his feet, his movements fluid, as I stood up as well.
"Yeah, you are right," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Frynn pecked me on the cheek before quietly leaving the room.
I stood there smiling like an i***t thinking of that hug and that peck. His scent lingered minutes after he had left the room. He smelt of earthy and woody notes with hints of cinnamon and lemon.
I read a little more about Earl Fiato, and his wife. They were an enviable couple, and great leaders, ones I envied very much.
For a moment, I allowed myself to fantasize a bit. I wasn't so far off from the Fiato family. I mean, if dad didn't cheat on mom, and Agatha wasn't in the picture, if I was treated a little bit kinder by the members of our
