Timber Alpha
An orchid.
I could see a woman with dirty blonde hair, that was more golden than brown, with natural-looking waves to her hair that fell well past her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes held an intensity to them as she stood over flowers of her own, orchids, in what also looks like a greenhouse. It's the smells that hit me. A cold shiver worked goosebumps all over my skin as Mylo's scent, his distinct cinnamon, apple, and vanilla filled my nose.
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