The morning sun crept slowly through the silver curtains of Tina's mansion, dust motes glinting like tiny prisms in the soft light. Andrew stirred, eyelashes fluttering as hazel eyes blinked against the brightness. He groaned softly and buried his face deeper in the pillow, hoping to delay the inevitable confrontation with the aftermath of the previous night.
The memory of Tina's playful teasing, her silver hair splayed across the pillow, her icy blue eyes sparkling mischievously while she called him 'my cute oven', made his ears burn hotter than ever. Even now, the faint trace of her vanilla mint pheromones lingered in the room, wrapping around him in a way that was simultaneously comforting and torturous. His own sweet honey scent reacted almost violently to hers, prickling his skin and tugging at his chest in a way that made him painfully aware of how flustered he still was.
