“Thank you,” I say, finally getting a good look at the man who helped me. He’s gorgeous. Sandy blonde hair that’s got just a little wave to it. Tan skin, a firm jaw, lean and muscular at the same time. And his smell! He may not be able to scent me, but I can scent him. And he smells like all of my happiest dreams. He smells like ocean breezes with a hint of something tropical… coconut or pineapple? No, maybe it’s kiwi. He smells like long, lazy afternoons on the beach, eating fresh fruit, telling secrets, stretched out with the sun on my back, gentle waves lulling me into a sleepy comfort.
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