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“Bricks. Your hand. My jeans.” “Good. Now what’s three things you can hear?” His breath is getting closer to normal. “Your voice, Raven’s breathing, the music inside the Wolf.” “Good! Keep breathing in and out. What’s two things you can smell?” “Um…you smell like peaches. And this alley smells like wet rocks.” “Good, now what’s one thing you can taste?” He licks his top lip, fully back to normal breathing and regular green eyes. “Sweat.”

I appreciated his sensitivity, his willingness to give me the space I needed. I continued eating my macaroni, the tastelessness of the food serving as a constant reminder of what I had lost. It was a cruel irony to be surrounded by delicious aromas and mouth-watering dishes, yet unable to fully savor their flavors. I had learned to hide the disappointment, to downplay the significance of my condition, but deep down, it was a constant ache within me. It hurts so much, to not be able to fully taste and smell, to miss out on the simple pleasures that others take for granted. It's like living in a world devoid of flavor.

It was all around me, but I couldn't see anyone around. As I followed the alluring scent, I could feel my senses heightening with each step. The aroma was so captivating, it was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a blend of sweetness, with a hint of spice, and it had a floral undertone that was both refreshing and enticing.

Even though I couldn’t even open my eyes or really yet move my body, my senses were on full alert. Meadow is here. Ben is here. Both are alive. Ben … nearly not so much. Huh. Not good. What is that god awful fucking smell? Nearly like death mixed with some kind of .. star anise? Tarragon? Oh I missed all the tastes of my mom’s garden. The smells just aren’t quite the same now that I can't taste them too. Some nights she has a late dinner and invites me over to help her cook. Being in the kitchen with her, wearing an apron and getting messy, just makes it feel like old times. But the cuisine unfortunately always has to be vegetarian, I can’t stomach the stench of cooking animal flesh.

Instinctively, I sniff myself and realize what he means. I don't smell like anything. Because it's like I don't have a scent at all. And worst of all, I can't feel my wolf.

The memory made my clit pulse. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out, scooped a generous portion of his cum onto my fingers, and brought it to my mouth. Salty. Thick. Addictive. I licked it clean, eyes fluttering shut as I savored my stepbrother’s taste. My pussy clenched hard. Fuck, I’m so screwed. I wiped my fingers on my shorts and slipped out of his room like a ghost, flash drive still burning a hole in my pocket. I barely made it back to my room before I heard the front door and Mom’s voice calling everyone downstairs.

Conri smiled, “I remember that feeling well.” We all went to the ball, and as soon as we walked in, Caleb started sniffing the air, “Something smells like chocolate and pineapple.” Kurt was sniffing the air, “I’m smelling Strawberries and cream!” Sylvie was smelling the air, “Oh mom! I smell leather and cedar!” I laughed at the three of them. They were all salivating on scent alone.

Her eyes were blue like the night sky bereft of stars and he felt he would drown in them. They walked side by side. He helped her walk past a puddle and they ate at a pizzeria, each relating pieces of themselves. He agreed that the olfactory sense was the most complex of senses to define. That one would have to smell it and not one word about it could give it justice. She talked as though she were older than her age, so mature and yet her youthful mien made her seem like a child playing grown up. She was interested in his course, chemistry and how it related to the promise of enhancing perfumes.

" - Oh no. They are asking something more meaningful. “That's why I walked back. He drained the rest of the glass and got up to fetch the bottle. If his intention was to pique my curiosity, he had chosen the right method. He was Dhiraj. He could invent an export business, a brother, whatever he wanted. Why didn't you invent an answer to this question? He took my glass and refilled it. “Your turn, Kate. “Okay, fine,” I mumbled. I threw the dice, walked the squares and took a card from diamonds. — Taste and smell are the senses that people neglect the most. Describe the taste and