If he smelled my scent, I'd take it as a sign that he could be my potential mate. And I'll tell him about my blight.
"By any chance, did you smell a scent of herbaceous sage and birch smoke?"
His eyes widened. "Was that you?"
"That was my scent."
He did catch a whiff of it. So does that mean…?
He cleared his throat, "Yes, I did smell that scent. It's unique and comforting. I wasn't sure how to bring it up"
He looked at the scenery unfolding before us. While I watched his face, he looked uncertain, so I wanted to ask more.
"Did you—how did you—uh…"
Should I ask how do you like it? What no! It sounds so—ugh!
Circe! I don't want to ask him anymore!
Come on Xianne, don't be such an omega!
But I am an omega.
He didn't say anything about it, so he isn't my mate!
