PRETTY DEVILS
Pearl's unique scent, carried on the wind, was a constant temptation, teasing his senses and testing his resolve.
As the wind blew, Pearl's long, curly brown hair danced around her face, releasing a concentrated dose of her scent directly into Eden's nostrils. His sharp jawline clenched, a subtle sign of his growing frustration. "You should walk faster, we won't get to town at this slow pace," he said coldly, his voice a deliberate attempt to distract himself from the allure of Pearl's scent.
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