Vanilla
He seemed to be petting her as if she were a dog -- but she didn't mind; it felt surprisingly nice.
He inhaled and exhaled her scent—a rich french vanilla, infused with a distant, sweet, floral perfume that seemed to float him further and further away from the reality before him, and further towards the girl curled up against him. He had never before felt more content than in the current moment he shared with her, his lips teasing her skin. He bowed his head further to her shoulder, completely restricting attention he had on the television before him and instead, moving it to Genevieve as he felt her shoulders sag and she relaxed into his body with a sigh—releasing tension she did not realis
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