Emmelyn suddenly felt her cheeks turn hot when she heard the man's words. Her heart pounding faster and faster as the devil slowly closed the distance between them. It didn't help that his masculine scent filled her nostrils and made her feel like she was drunk in euphoria.
[Why did he always smell so nice?]
Their bodies finally touched. Their faces were only inches away and the devil looked at Emmelyn with a faint smile. He raised his right hand and caressed the girl's hair. Since she already took a bath today, her hair was so soft and smelled wonderful.
The devil closed his eyes and inhaled Emmelyn's scent from the top of her head. It seemed, he also liked her scent, as much as she liked his (even though she wouldn't admit it).
