Lust. An intense and powerful desire.
One of the seven deadly sins.
She was looking at the man laid down on her bed. When they found him earlier, he was already dying.
"A-Are you my guardian angel?" Those were the last words he said before he closed his eyes.
Funny. He called the devil but was expecting an angel to rescue him. Human feelings are really complicated. She thought to herself.
She was getting curious of Alistair Cohen. When they arrived at the parking lot, she smelled a strong scent and she was surprised to see that it was coming from him.
His scent was making her monster wild, wanting to get out. She couldn't understand what was happening. It was the first time she smelled something like that. It was making her deliriously insane.
"Here." Ophelia gave her a cup of tea. From its aroma, the traditionally sweetness, barely perfumed fragrance and the mix of floral scent, she could tell that it was a jasmine tea.
