SINFUL DESIRES
Succy writes the scent that made him mineyour gaze hits the side of my faceseal my lips with a kiss chapter 2call of the sea: chapter 5
She’d never asked.
The morning he unlocked it and held the door open, she understood it was an offering.
She stepped inside.
The light was dim and golden. Shelves lined the walls, full of jars sealed and labeled by year and flower type. Linden, 2021. Clover, 2023. Wildflower blend, this season, the label still clean. The extractor sat in the center of the room, a tall drum of steel. The whole space hummed with old warmth, with that deep amber smell that got in your lungs and stayed.