Unraveling Him
Air harshly pushed out of my nose, "You really love annoying me, don't you?"
He turned his head to me, now at a very close proximity, and I could smell him, just him. Among all the mingled scents, it's just Nikolas in my lungs now, in every breath, he smelt like a fresh breath of air, of aftershave, of soap, and of something entirely intoxicating, "Are you complaining?" He asked, amused, his voice low or maybe I just stopped hearing properly.
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