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Martin's voice is soft and reassuring. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. To my surprise it helps manage the pain. /Is it the breathing or the proximity of Martin? His eucalyptus and mint scent that’s calming us?/ Naveah mentions. /What’s gotten into you? you seem obsessed with every man currently,/ I hiss back before returning focus to my breathing.

Chapter 20 Location: Red blood pack. Caroline's POV. "Prepared for the worst scinerio of your life?" He questions. I unintentionally inhale his vocal breath. They're fresh, minty and clean. My vocal feels extremely neat over Inhaling his breath. Any inhaler will marvel at it but am different. Am stuck and trapped within an almost inevitable life or death jaw grip. You don't expect i marvel and admire ones minty breath amidst such unfavourable situation?.

<3 By the time he hit send, his cigarette was nearly spent but for one more drag. He crushed the butt out in the ashtray and was sure to flick it out into the street. Tony smoked Marlboro Reds after all, so it would be a stupid thing to do to leave his butts in the ashtray that only Tony was known to use. Before he went in, he splashed on some of his Old Spice and put a Listerine mint breath strip on his tongue to dissolve. While it did, he looked out into the rain with wonder. The Tramadol in his system gave life such a warm, happy edge. In a weird way, he felt invincible and ready to take on the day.

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

Instead, I ended up throwing myself at him like a bitch in heat. His milk chocolate scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger everyday. It was intoxicating and sweet and it drove me insane! Even Scar was having a hard time resisting. I already knew she couldn’t fucking stand Mason, let alone his musty lavender scent that almost makes me gag all the time. Chamomile and lavender might be the most disgusting scents in the entire world and Mason emitted one of them.

“You’ll need this. Your breath smells like death.” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth as if I could somehow trap the offensive scent inside. “You jerk,” I hissed, but there was no real heat behind it. I snatched the mint from his palm, our fingers brushing for the briefest second, sending a spark of warmth up my arm. I popped the mint into my mouth, the sharp, cool burst of peppermint flooding my senses. “You could’ve just said ‘good morning’ like a normal person.”

The guy gritted his teeth. "Yeah I did and I called over a few friends of mine! It felt so fucking good to hear see her helpless face when Lina mercilessly burnt her skin and when I destroyed her. What a shame she was a virgin! Not to mention a high on drugs one" He said evilly The moment, James started to talk disgustingly about Rosalina, he lost his cool. He hit James's face right on his nose. He heard a cracking noise coming from there as James screeched in pain.

As I turned my head to shout at him, my lips inadvertently grazed his cheek, sending a jolt of unexpected electricity through my veins. He parted his lips, as if about to utter words that hung on the precipice of his tongue, only to retreat into silence once more. Yet, the lingering essence of mint that danced upon his breath wafted through the atmosphere, captivating and beguiling all who dared to inhale its intoxicating fragrance. “I’m looking outside! Can't you see?” I blurted. “It's dangerous,” he unfriendly said.

I wanted to say something, but before I could, he kissed me. Leon's mouth tasted like lemon and mint, and I couldn't resist taking a small bite. That single action ignited him, and he tore off my nightgown. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. Our first time was on the couch. After the intimate moment, we were both drenched. He panted heavily, leaning on his arms as he looked down at me. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, dripping onto the corner of my lips. In a moment of impulse, I licked it off. The man, who was starting to calm down, was reignited. His gaze was so intense it made my cheeks burn.

JAKE POV. I tore the mask off. “Is this what you really want?!” Ariana froze like a damn statue. The gun slipped from her fingers and hit the ground. Her hands flew to her mouth as her eyes locked on my face—on the scars. “Oh my God…” Her voice cracked. “Jake… what have you done?” Her tears came fast. But mine were already there, hot and bitter. “Is this what you wanna wake up to every morning?” My voice broke. I was burning inside, suffocating in shame. I’d sworn no one would ever see me like this. This wasn’t even how I’d planned to show Liz—not yet. Not now.