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I continued "I'm twenty-one. And well I turn twenty-two in four days so you can guess when my birthday is." I nodded again and wrote it down. Once I was done writing down her information I looked at her, said "thank you", and walked away. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, realizing that I couldn't smell her scent. Everyone has one, some might smell pleasant to the nose like; fresh flowers or a fruit something mellow. While others might have a more pungent smell like; ginger or cinnamon, but with Adria I didn't get a whiff of anything except her floral perfume.

His actions were becoming increasingly bizarre. “Can you not sniff her like that?” I snapped, my voice sharp with unease. “You’re seriously creeping me out.” He didn’t even flinch. With a distracted expression, he leaned in closer, breathing in deeply near the crown of her head. His eyes half-closed as if savoring the aroma. “I need to know what soap her mom uses. That scent—it's kind of intoxicating. Makes me weirdly hungry,” he murmured, his voice almost dreamy as he hovered again, nostrils flaring. “Then again, maybe it's the shampoo. Or maybe even the laundry detergent. There's something... warm about it.”

I looked back at my reflection, my hair was now full of volume and in messy waves, definitely works for this occasion, I giggled. I sniffed my armpits and they were fine. I then held my hand in front of my mouth and blew, I sniffed in my breath then scrunched my nose up in disgust. I smell like a brewery, I said to myself in my head, and then quickly brushed my teeth, then gargled some mouthwash.

Holy fuck. I can’t move. “What do I smell like?” I ask because I can’t control my mouth when I’m using every ounce of my self-control to hold myself back. “Wood,” she says, glancing up, a bemused smile playing at her lips. “How about me?” “Spices.” “Like food?” “I guess. Kind of like gingerbread.” She ponders this a second. “Cool.” Her lips curve. It’s tenuous—gone in seconds—but I’m fixated. I want her to do it again, but I have no idea how to make her.

"Do you not feel that?" I simply sit, gazing at him surprised, while simultaneously attempting to feel precisely the very thing he's inclined. I concentrate briefly, zeroing in on the breeze and the waves as they roll towards the seashores. "Probably not. I didn't get anything." Liam hunches down and covers my ears with delicate hands. "Try not to think. Simply feel. Furthermore, smell." "What the crap..." I shut my eyes, depleting myself of contemplations and sentiments. As I do as such, a slight wrinkling of the nose uncovers an unusual, natural fragrance that has a sprinkle of some terrible flavor I can't distinguish. "What... is that?"

Their faces were only a few centimeters apart from each other. Audrey could smell the scent of cinnamon and mint on Liam's breath and conversely, despite his fierce appearance, Liam felt like he would soon be drunk because of the distinctive aroma wafting from Audrey's body. Lemon, rosemary and vanilla, Liam's instinct recognized the scent. Audrey held her breath and looked away from Liam. However, the man grabbed his chin and forced him to stay still in his original position. Liam's eyes were so green and deep, they seemed to drown Audrey in velvet.

stopped and jumped when I realised that he was just beside me and sitting calmly. He turned his gaze to me and smiled like an innocent child. "What the..." I said and held my chest as it pounded very fast. "Hi," he said. His face is very close to mine. I could smell his fragrant perfume and minty scented mouthwash even more. He is very handsome up close. He immediately looked away and went down to the cinnamon on the table next to me. “Oh, sir. Is it cinnamon?” Wenna laughed. "I just bought it here. There is a bakery shop near the girls' dorm. But there are displays at the stall. Maybe it's over."

I rinsed my mouth and took a quick shower. I slowly walked out of the room and went down the stairs. The spinning in my head had already stopped but it still felt a little heavy. "Hey girl... We made bacon" Ash smiled at me as I made my way to the table. "Thanks" I smiled but immediately the smell hit me , I scrunched my nose in disgust "why does it smell bad?" I asked and Ash looked confused. "It smells good to me" she sniffed it "Baby... Does it smell bad?" Caleb sniffed too

She tapped two fingers on her chest, over her heart. I swallowed hard. "Say it." "You know I'm not stupid, don't you?" Her voice was calm, but it had a sharp edge, the kind you don't see coming until it's already cut. "I saw. I felt. The smell of your perfumes mixed together... Emily, it was so strong even a blind man would have smelled it. That cheap musk of his, your sweet floral... it was like someone had rubbed both of them into the bathroom air. And you... you came out of there with swollen lips, your hair all messy..."

Jessica opens the door and walks ahead, not paying heed to our steps behind her. "This place has a weird smell," Tessa whispers in my ear. "What smell? And why are you whispering?" I ask. "You can't smell it?" Tessa frowns at me. "All I can smell is Dior perfume from the blonde bitch's underarms," I say, grimacing at the thought.