“You smell much better than Honoria. She liked heavy perfumes. Made me sneeze.” “What do I smell like then?” Leah asked, terrified to move, to do anything that would upset the delicate balance of their bodies. He sniffed her again. “Soap,” he announced, landing hard on the p. He took another long breath. “Soap and . . . Leah.” Leah swallowed. Hard. She expected him to sit back at that. To finally pull away, to retreat. Instead, he remained close, breathing her in for a long moment. Finally, he lifted his head, his expression difficult to read in the low light. Was it her imagination, or did
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