Nick blushed the brightest shade of pink that I've ever seen, and that made me suspicious. Did he kiss me while I was unconscious?
Danté snorted. "Yeah, no. No princes here. Just a king, and that's me. And I didn't kiss you." He crossed his arms, with a teasing expression on his face. "Why would I even kiss you? You smell like you haven't showered in a week."
Why was I happy to see him again?
Nick shot him a deadly look, and was about to jump up, but I stopped him by placing my hand over his.
"Yeah, I was too busy being locked up in a prison cell for that." I smiled mischievously. "But it's good to know you got close enough to smell me."
Danté looked flustered for a split second, before laughing awkwardly. "Pah! N-no way! I can smell you from here!"
Michael sniffed the air. "I can't smell anything, Boss. And I'm standing closer to her than you do..."
