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“You’ve finally in the mood to talk?” She asks. Her eyes are sparkling again and she looks lively. Oh no, I fall into her tricks. “Well, rather than smelling you breathe over and over. It doesn’t look like your breathe smells like rose or strawberry right?” I say. She pouts. I giggle silently. She giggles too. “You really like strawberry and rose scent, huh?” She asks. I roll my eyes. “It depends. If we’re talking about cosmetics and bathroom amenities then, yes I love it.” I say. She smiles. “What?”

She was so delicate, the rose scent on her body was inviting and intoxicating. I got changed to a white buttoned up shirt, folding my sleeves up to my elbows and a pair of black jeans. After combing my messy hair back, I put on some cologne before I walked out and headed back to the dining area. There was still no one, so I decided to take a glass of our thick red liquid, a way to calm my anger.

He smelt of smoking wood and tantalizing barbecue. His wasn't the only smell in the air! Aria can also notice someone was burning trash nearby, small insects chirping in the night, a couple dancing to a French song as they sang along; even the crisp wave of rolling over wind and the sound of falling tap water in the kitchen. Besides this, she felt nauseated as her nostrils crinkled with the smell of dry blood.

Taste was more for food and drinks. Like for instance, at the bar tonight with my sister. All I could smell was a mix of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. My sister uses a floral perfume, jasmine and its easy for me to know its her because not many wear that scent. Her boyfriend, Andy, bathes himself in that axe body spray and its enough to smother me when I get too close. Then those two guys that joined us for a bit, flirting with me. They smelled of cheap beer and cheap cologne.

“Fuck, it smells good on you. I always wondered; I just couldn’t catch the smell,” “I like the smell too,” I admitted shyly. “You don’t think it’s too…feminine?” I hate how desperate I sound for his approval. I don’t want him to think I’m being weird or anything. I mean, he had a chance with the panties, but who knows? I bet he’d lose it when he hears I like stuffies. I shudder at the thought and banish it immediately.

“You feel that don’t you?” “I feel something, but I’m not sure exactly what it means.” He steps even closer, and I can smell a very faint hint of…cinnamon? And apples, maybe. What I can smell, smells amazing. I want to take a deep breath and catch as much as I can. When I close my eyes and try to take a deeper breath Max seems to notice and he releases a small chuckle. When I look back at him and meet his eyes, I can feel the blush reach up my neck and I smile right back at him.

She instructed again. I cocked my head off to the left side, concentrating on the sounds around me, and replied, “I can hear the motor of the SUV, the whistle of the wind from a window that isn’t sealed, and the rustling of the sausage biscuit wrapper the driver is wadding up,” I giggled again. “Ok, that’s pretty good; now it gets a little bit more difficult due to the small space, but tell me two things you can smell,” Luna instructed.

Jace explains . " Do I smell like chocolate too ? " I wonder . Chocolate is a pretty decent thing to smell like . It smells delicious . " No .. " He says nervously . Eh ? Is he saying I smell bad . That basta- " You smell like strawberries . " " Oh " I want to ask if he likes strawberries and if that's why he recognizes my scent like that . " Is that why you like sniffing ? " I ask . I realise this is something he does . Puts his head in my neck and takes a whiff .

He looked shocked by that. “You can say that.” I glanced around before leaning down to whisper, “Is the scent on me too strong?” “Not at all.” He shook his head, still looking at me with a funny expression on his face. “I have an advanced sense of smell. I doubt just anyone would be able to tell. His scent on you is faint. And…" He trailed off as his glare became too intense. “Can I ask you something?”

That matures a person early. The room was small with only two stalls in it. Her eyes danced with haughty amusement as she stood behind me and fussed with her hair in the mirror. I had no idea what amused her so much. She glided past me into one of the stalls. My nose was suddenly assaulted by the oddest scent. It was indescribable, but I’ll try. Take cloves, cinnamon, onion, oregano, rosemary and mint and mix them altogether and you might come close to what I’m trying to describe. It was a repulsive, yet alluring aroma. Very strange.