His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 16: A Sweet Scent
Edrick

I lifted my blindfold, as did she. The sweet scent that I smelled was definitely Moana…

Or so I thought. It faded so quickly that I was no longer sure if it was her who I smelled, or someone else. It couldn’t be her, anyway; she was a human. She had no scent.

“It looks like we have our first winners!” the announcer called over the microphone.

As Ella squealed with delight on the platform above, I realized that I was holding Moana’s hand. I saw her blushing and I quickly dropped her hand. When we re-emerged from the maze, Ella was standing at the entrance with one of the staff members — the same girl from before.

The staff member gave Moana and I a strange look, but still said nothing and instead handed Ella the grand prize; the rare doll that Ella had so desperately wanted.

As we walked back to the car, Ella couldn’t stop chattering about how much she loved her doll, how amazing it was that she was able to make me find Moana so quickly, and how this was the best birthday she had ever had in her entire life.

finally took my mask off, breathing deeply and rubbing the backs of my sore ears from wearing it

Ella sat next to Moana with her new doll clutched tightly to her chest, humming and wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a glance at Moana every so often, who didn’t seem to

job, Miss Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm

for a few moments, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I think I’ll name

Moana’s face turned red, but as I watched them, my mind wandered back to the strange

you able to recognize where that scent

too quick and faint. Although, I think it

my brow as I looked away from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at the city sights

…

came to my room a little while later due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if I would touch her against her will — and shot me a wary

on the bed, reading, when

said. “I can wait

I replied.

was just caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one

stands with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something comforting about Moana. She was

slowly came around to the opposite side of the bed,

want the curtains

looking at where she was pointing. “Oh. No, it’s fine.” I had completely forgotten about how she had opened the curtains after our second night of sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room