Austins POV
I stood back, grasping her hand tightly in mine while I gave her a bit of space to come to terms with her surroundings, I would figure out the consequences for bringing a living soul here later. She took a deep breath, looking around the confinements of my studio apartment, her eyes settling on the glistering black piano that sat near the clear patio doors overlooking the expansive view of hell.
"Wow" she gasped, shaking her head a bit as if she were dreaming. Her intoxicating scent of Vanilla and Cinnamon finally filtering through my apartment, like it were somehow always meant to be here, I inhaled deeply, committing the moment to memory.
"You play piano?" She asked softly, taking a step towards the piano but halting in her tracks to look at the view behind it.
"Yes, I
