The moment Kouhei stepped closer to her, a sweet fragrance drifted into his nose, curling inside him like an invisible hand that tugged at his chest.
It had to be her perfume. But it left him puzzled—earlier, when they'd been side by side, there hadn't been any particular scent lingering in the air around her. She must have sprayed it just before now, and that tiny decision was making his head spin.
Her scent wasn't heavy or suffocating. It was soft, delicate, yet intoxicating enough to grab hold of his senses. A sweetness that teased him just enough, lingering at the edge of his nose. It wasn't cloying; it was inviting. Every breath he drew pulled him further in, made him hungrier, almost dizzy. But it wasn't an unpleasant dizziness—it was like falling into a dream. A slow, sweet hypnotic spiral that made him forget about everything else.
