By the time he got back from the pack house, I had already eaten supper and was in bed. I had heard keys jiggle and the door opening. I always know it's him because I can smell him. If it was another person then I would also know because then I wouldn't smell him. whatever scent I'll smell will be from the fragrance they have worn or the things they have been in contact with. You usually only smell your mate more clearly than you can smell other people.
I heard him walking around the house and then the door to the bedroom opened. I felt the bed lower on the other side of the bed.
"Hey, sunshine. I'm back," he said as he kissed me on the cheek while caressing my arm.
I turned around to look at him. He seemed tired and I pitied him.
"There is food in the kitchen if you are hungry," I said
"All alright. I'll get some. You early in bed," he pointed out
"Yes. I'm tired and there is school tomorrow," I replied
