“I need a sniff.” With a quirk of his lips, he bends closer to me. I lean my nose into his neck and take a nice, long inhale. The warmth of his smell immediately comforts me. A little contented sigh escapes my lips. When I lean back again, my eyes slowly open, and Okot rubs the nape of my neck with his thumb. “Better?” I nod. “Totally.” I don’t know what it is about this mate smell stuff, but it’s the best anxiety remedy ever.
