“Yes,” he said roughly. And then, in the same breath, “No. Before, you smelled like fresh crushed leaves and the mountain air before a cold snap. A subtle hint of spices and citrus, and fire smoke.” I stared at his mouth, watching him speak, mesmerized. “And… now?” “Now, those scents are amplified a thousandfold. You smell like excitement. You smell like laughter. And peace. And love.”
