Rosario's smirk widened like she had just won a game I didn't know we were playing.
"Another one," she mused, crossing her arms over her chest with her fingers tapping against her elbow. "Dios mío, Axel, you could at least pretend to have some restraint."
I ignored the way my stomach twisted at her words, stepping inside before she could stop me. The scent of dried herbs and something sweet… maybe honey?… was in the air, but beneath it, I could still pick up faint traces of myself.
My scent was in this room, just like it had been this morning.
I swerved to face her, speaking in a tight voice. "Cut the crap, Rosario."
Her brows shot up. "Ay, why so serious?"
I advanced a step, and to her credit, she didn't back away. If anything, she looked even more amused. "Do you remember anything about the nights I spent here?"
