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Damon

I opened the door long before I heard her knock. My sense of smell is getting stronger, allowing me to smell her from over 100 meters away.

But that wasn't all. My ears could pick up the distinct rhythm of heartbeats making me recognise who was coming.

"Come inside," I said to her with my arms stretched out. She set her bag down and took off her shoes before accepting the hug I offered.

"You know, you're quite the caveman sometimes," I said. "I was beginning to get worried about you," she replied, her arms going around my waist.

"Is there something wrong, Mia Bella?" I asked, hearing her slightly erratic heartbeat and the scent of tears from her eyes.

"Nothing," she said quietly. "I can smell the tears. It's salty and quite distinct from water. You cried. What happened?" Isabella turned her head upward to look at me. "I'm going to need a bath first," she said.

Thirty minutes later, she lay on my chest dressed in my shirt, which she insisted on wearing rather than her paj