I let out a small laugh and a head shake at how stupid I sounded. Of course he wasn't. I get pulled out of my train of thought, when I catch a wave of the familiar scent, it is closer to me. It was a fresh scent of mint from the toothpaste he’d used that morning, his freshly washed hair that held hints of citrus, and the subtle, yet unmistakable scent of his cologne. I peeked over the top of my book, just barely enough to see the wisps of white-blonde hair peeking up through the pages of my book, still perfectly placed.