My scent flooded my room, and Rowan froze. He pulled in deep breath after deep breath. My heat was burning my skin, and I could smell my arousal that pooled in between my legs. “Rowan.” I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t see his disappointed face when he realized I wasn’t his mate.
“So fucking stupid.” His words hit me in the chest.
I closed my eyes and felt the burn of tears. Not again. I took a deep breath in and stepped away. “I told you.” I shook my head and pinched myself to stop the tears from falling. “Can you please leave now?” I felt a tear escape anyway, and I sniffled. I staggered and then I pulled in another deep breath. I spun around to face Rowan.
“You smell like strawberry shortcake.” His eyes were blown, the color gone.
I drew in another breath, his scent filling my lungs, my mind, my soul. “You smell like vanilla and cinnamon.” I took a step towards him. I felt my stomach quiver as his scent surrounded me. “Like cinnamon rolls.”
He grabbed me and lifted me up. “Mate.”
