Even my own skin smells scented, as if tinged with jasmine and...sandalwood? I groan a little more and tighten my arms around his waist, pulling in closer as the music seems to take a shift from classical to some obscure old love song I must have heard on the radio ages ago, when I was just a kid. "Joe, someone broke into my room," I protest and burrow my nose against his neck, not wanting to move.