QUOTE : You smell good?” she accused. “How is that fair? You’ve been beaten and stabbed and kidnapped. You should at the very least smell like misery and hopelessness. Not,” she sniffed his chest again, “mountain rain or whatever the crap this is.”<br /><br />His arms loosened around her. “Are you seriously smelling me right now?”<br /><br />“Well maybe if you didn’t smell like a meadow—“<br /><br />He sniffed her hair.<br /><br />“Um, W-T-F, Gabriel?” She made a face at him.<br /><br />“Why do you always smell like cupcakes?