Erika's Point of View
"You smell like me." He declares as the smirk continues to adorn his face. His declaration made me realize that I am officially in trouble.
"Why did you do this?" That's all I master to ask him in this state. To say that I am mad at him will be an understatement. I am ... I am ...ugh. I can't put my frustration and anger in words. Either sucker punching him on the face or claiming his lips will satisfy me and I am afraid that I might end up doing the latter in this proximity of car.
"You did not have a scent before. Now you do." He states as the smirk slowly slips away from his lips as the realization dawns upon him that this conversation is going to get heated.
"I don't see why you should be bothered about me or my scent. I am just appointed to help you and by do
