Novel & Cerita Kiss Her Perfume

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

It would only be for a week - I couldn't be away from the hospital any longer - but I wanted it to be the best week of our lives. I was lying there with my eyes closed, thinking about all the changes happening so quickly. Well, not really that quickly. I smelled her perfume when she entered the room. It was the same one she had worn since she was twenty. It was her scent - floral, but with a touch of honey. I stayed quiet. "What a handsome man!" she whispered, and I felt her lips brush against mine. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," she whispered, and I opened my eyes. "It was a true love's kiss." I held her waist and pulled her onto my lap. "How was your day?"

“Angry at Mason. Angry at Camilla. Angry at anyone who tried to erase you. But not at you. Never at you.” Her hands trembled as she reached for me, and I let her, though every touch sent a jolt through me, a reminder that intimacy would not come easy, that my body and mind were still reconciling the reality of what she had endured. Her fingers brushed mine, tentative, searching for a lifeline, and I gave her mine in return. Not fully, not yet, but enough to remind her she was not alone. “Then… then kiss me,” she whispered, voice fragile but insistent. “For every bruise… every scar… every moment you couldn’t protect me.”

she said, which wasn’t necessarily a confirmation that she would go if he asked her. What would she do if he leaned in and kissed her? Would she let him? Would she like it? The scent of her floral perfume was intoxicating as he stared down at her. Smooth, porcelain-like skin called out to be touched, caressed. She was looking up at him, her teeth working her bottom lip back and forth in anticipation. Did she want him to kiss her?

It was like I could see right through her, right into her soul. She leaned in close, her lips just inches from mine. The tension between us was electric; our bodies were close enough to feel each other's breath. I could smell the scent of her perfume—intoxicating and sweet. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine, the kiss soft and tender. We lingered there, savoring the moment, before she pulled away, her eyes still closed. When she opened them, she found me staring at her with a look of pure adoration. "That was perfect," I whispered, my hand still resting on her cheek.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

Instead I looked back at her curious eyes. Those eyes were pulling me in like a child would be attracted to chocolate. The scent of her pheromones was beginning to allude me, until I could take it no more and leaned in swiftly to press my lips to hers. I didn’t want to think about it, for once I listened to Peter. She tasted like cherries and peaches, and although her lips were frozen, I could care less. Slowing pushing her against the wall just beside my door, my hands circled her torso, gently raking over her turquoise dress before settling to rest on her hips. She gasped into the kiss at that, lips partly ever so slightly but just enough for me to bite her bottom lip.

I kissed her forehead, closing my eyes and inhaling her musky perfume. "You look breathtaking," I whispered, my hands trailing down her arms as she smiled at me. "You don't look so bad yourself." She winked at me, making my heart stumble at the sight of her. I was so happy to have her in my life that I was ready to drop on my knees and worship the ground she walked on. Or I am just whipped. "Pinch me," I blurted. "I can't believe you're here.” I brushed her hair behind her shoulders to see long silver earrings tucked on her ears as they twinkled in the light. Kiara grinned, dimples poking her cheeks, and specks of gold shone in her eyes.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"