“You know this spot has always driven me crazy?” I say, and my whisper disappears into her skin. Ellie shudders against me, her nails scratching against my scalp. “Is that so?” “You smell like daisies and apples,” I say, kissing back up the line of her neck. “It’s my perfume,” she tells me, her voice a breathy murmur. “I want some. I’ll spray it on my pillow and never sleep again.”
