38 — A pleasurable apology.

S E L E N A

*ding*

The door unlocked with a click, and I was taken aback when I saw that he was still using the same passcode he had three years ago. I thought for sure he would have changed it by now, but apparently not.

I stepped into his apartment, and the familiar scent of the place hit me like a wave. It was the same scent that I remembered from years ago, a unique combination of his cologne, his cooking, and the way he kept his home.

It was like stepping back in time, and I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and focus on the task at hand. But I couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, as the memories of the past came flooding back.

“I've missed this smell so much,” I whispered, closing my eyes and spreading my arms as if to embrace the scent itself. It was sweet and nostalgic, and it felt like I was home again, even though I hadn't been here in years. I breathed in deeply, trying to capture every nuance of the scent, committ