110~ Under the Shower

DENVER'S P.O.V

I sat in my office, diligently working on the pack's reports. The room was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint rustling of papers.

As I meticulously reviewed the numbers and data, a sudden thought struck me. "Jennifer." I muttered the name under my breath, my eyes darted around the room, like I was searching for her presence.

Realizing I couldn't ignore the thought that had captivated my mind, I stood up from my desk. It was as if I had suddenly remembered an important task that needed my attention. More like the sudden that I had left something important at the store.

Without hesitation, I made my way out of my office and toward Jennifer's room. As I approached her door, I gently knocked. I could hear her approaching footsteps with her voice which accompanied. "Who is there?"

A smile crossed my face, as I could feel nothing but the sweet scent of her pawpaw cream and the intoxicating scent of her strawberry perfume. As she opened the door,