Chapter 95 You Belong To Me

OLIVIA
I bring the fabric up to my face and breathe it in. The perfume I sprayed on it this morning has vanished completely. Now it smells only of him, that warm, woodsy scent that clings to his sheets and his skin. My teeth sink into my lower lip to hold back the grin that is already breaking free. There is no point fighting it. I am so far gone for Aiden Blacksmith that it is honestly pathetic, and I would not change a single thing about it. If I am going to be a simp for anyone, it might as well be him.
I am still smoothing the wrinkles from the top when the door pushes open.