Strangers After Midnight
Pero kanina, her thirty-minute delay didn't smell like heavy traffic or an emergency meeting at some hotel venue.
Noong lumapit ako sa mesa niya, I didn't miss a single detail. There was a visible layer of exhaustion under her eyes, her fingers were slightly trembling over the keyboard, and the most obvious giveaway of all—her scent. Vanilla and cedarwood. Isang mamahalin, panlalaki, at matapang na fragrance na siguradong hindi galing sa sarili niyang koleksyon. It was the kind of scent that only clings to your skin and hair when you’ve been entirely too close to someone for a long period of time.
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