The night was pitch-black.
In the bathroom.
SPLASH. Rushing water cascaded down, washing over a feverish body.
That night, Aiden Pierce had gone a little wild.
He kissed her, murmuring, "Baby, smell me, carefully. There's no scent on me. I washed for so long...
Baby, just smell..."
Willow West's senses were reeling, whether from a lack of oxygen or the steam filling the bathroom.
Her gaze was unfocused as the man held her by the neck, peppering her with delicate kisses and incessant whispers.
"Baby, you don't like my scent?
What scent do you like?
English peppermint?
Rosemary?
Lemon verbena?
Tell me, what scent do you like?"
Willow West was in a daze. 'What scent do I like?'
She preferred woody notes.
Her favorite scent, it seemed, was the cool fragrance of pine...
Willow West felt a bit dazed. 'I'm supposed to like the scent on Aiden Pierce!'
