Ravina remained in his arms and allowed him to warm her. She was liking it more than she should and his scent was getting familiar. How was it possible? She blamed the wine again.
"What do I smell like to you?" She asked.
She felt him shift and then freeze. She had wanted to torture him with her scent and now he was holding her so close. What was he feeling?
"You smell like blossoms. Sweet, floral, and feminine." The way he said it made her melt slowly.
"That doesn't sound like me," she said.
"The scent of someone is never wrong."
She remained quiet and again became aware of their bodies. His thighs were distracting and she was really fighting the urge to cover them. It was too much, especially since she sat between them. She shifted feeling too warm all of a sudden and heard him suck in a deep breath.
"Um…" she tried to remove his arm. "I am warm now."
