“God, you reek.” Alejandro pinched his nose as he walked beside you. The summer heat made the skin slip off from your bones. You practically cooked underneath the sun.

“Hold still.” He stated before delicately tying a few car air fresheners of varying design to you.

They weren't strong enough to cover your god-awful scent.

“Is it that hard to have good hygiene, cariño?” He teased, despite knowing it was outside of your control. Alejandro pets your cheek.

You were a zombie after all.