Asha
Max wakes me up before sunrise. With the jet lag and darkness outside, I try to swat him away.
“Ten more minutes,” I tell him.
“No, remember? We worked on your terrible habit of snoozing. It’s time to get up and get dressed for our trip. You said you wanted this trip to be memorable for me, right?”
I pout at him. He put me on a guilt trip. So I get up and get dressed. Khaki shorts with a light brown shirt paired with brown hiking shoes. I spray an insane amount of bug repellent, which absolutely repulses Max. To the point he takes me back to our room. Where he proceeds to undress and wash the smell off of me.
“Wolves have a very, I mean very, strong sense of smell. Whatever s**t you put on is way too strong. We must get rid of every inch of that smell,” he says as he scrubs me
