I’m obsessed with this couple.
She reached for the door handle, but the door was suddenly pushed open. Mo smelled him before she saw him—spice, lemon, bergamot. Armani Code. Then, he stepped into the entryway.
As if he’d smelled her too, his eyes were already on hers. His name slipped and tumbled from her mouth. “Gio?”
“Bez.” He cocked his head to the side as if something suddenly dawned on him. “Privet.”