His Mate - 44. Finally, It's Over

Samantha's POV

After a few moments pass by, Jack comes by and gets me. He's clean. He smells more like himself than he has in a long time. The scars and bruises won't go away easily, but they'll last as reminders for all that we've overcome. I smile as I stare at his face.

He notices and looks back down at me. "You smell awful."

Definitely is not what I expected to hear.

After my longest shower ever, I find a robe hanging on the wall. I'd been in such a rush to get into the shower, that I completely forgot to grab something for after. I smile as I reach out for the robe.

I place it on and feel the soft fabric sit on my skin. I sigh in comfort. I'd been longing for all of this, my home and the safety of it. I walk out the bathroom and the smoke follows. Jack sits on the bed, reading a book, and drinking tea out of the cutest teacup I've ever seen. I giggle at the picture.

"What are you laughing at?"

I shake my head. "Nothi