-Laylah-
The sound of birds chirping wakes me up. What the hell? I crack my eyes open, unsure of where I am. Andrew. I can smell him, though it’s faint. It smells different, though. I can also smell bacon, coffee, and… strawberries? Maybe my nose is just broken, because everything smells so intense. This feels like a lot when we need to get to Waxing Forrest to check on Emily.
I stretch and get up, walking out of the bedroom, still in my jeans and shirt from last night. “Was my cooking so bad that you woke up early to make sure I didn’t make breakfast?”
It hits me out of nowhere. The smell, the Andrew smell that is so distinctly him, is… different. It smells like…
Mate. He’s our mate.
I come around the corner to find Andrew sitting at the small table. There’s a strawberr
