Kiley stared at Chase, letting his suggestions sink in. And she realized how ridiculous it was, letting a scent control her emotions. But it wasn't just the scent itself. It was everything that came with it. Icy cold shivers, stomachaches. The smell of Stetson usually followed with yelling and bruises. Resentment that her mother had left and not taken Kiley with her.
But she imagined walking around with Chase, her nose buried in some article of clothing. Or dousing herself in perfume. It was just silly, really. It took her another second to catch his joke, and she smiled faintly, appreciating that he was trying to take her mind off of things.
Kiley turned and sat to scoot off the side of the bed. At least she hadn't torn her room apart, looking for the source of the cologne. If it was in the camera, it was too high for her to do much about it. Kiley closed the distance between she and Chase, and slipped her arms around him before pressing her face against his chest. "I guess going outside is probably the best option," she said, her words muffled against his shirt. "And They can fuck off. I'm never going to be honest with Them again."