“Who is it? That scent?” she barks. I look at Jasper and shake my head, “the only people I've touched in days are my pack.” Jasper's eyes widen slightly and he almost smirks. “Do you like that scent, sweet girl?” he asks her, and she slowly nods, bringing my other hand to her face so she can breathe in whatever it is she likes from my cupped palms.
