"Wh--" The words haven't even left her mouth when she was assaulted by a spicy fragrance and she closed her eyes as if she was in euphoria.
Santiago placed his head on the wall behind her, she was now enveloped in his scent.
"What are you thinking?" His voice vibrated against his chest and she opened her eyes to glare at him.
"None of your business," She answered him. At such a wrong time, she found the cure for her killing-morning-sickness. Whenever she would be assaulted by a bout of morning sickness, she would always crave a certain smell but was never able to point it out, until recently.
Clearing her throat, she asked him, "What kind of cologne do you use?"
"I don't use Cologne," Santiago looked at her weirdly and answered.
"No one can smell this good," Persephone retorted.
"You are one weird woman," Santiago sighed out and pulled out a small box from his pocket before stuffing it in her hand. "Here, this is for you."
