Eiden went upstairs and noticed that the door to the guest room was slightly ajar, not properly closed. Though the room had always been called the guest room, in truth it had slowly become more of Sasha's personal space. He paused for a moment, thinking. Did she come down in a hurry and forget to close it?
Curiosity and a hint of habit guided his steps closer. He thought about just pushing it shut for her, maybe out of politeness, but as he approached, he was instantly greeted by a wave of soft, unmistakably girly scent that faint mixture of sweet floral perfume, freshly washed fabric, and something uniquely Sasha's own. The air inside felt faintly warmer, as if she had only recently been in there.
