The man paused slightly, his eyes deepened a bit, and he gently caressed the tender flesh on her cheek, softly saying, "I'm sorry. I should have remembered your menstrual cycle."
Charlotte Smith shook her head; her petite face turned a little red. Discussing such matters in front of this man made her feel a bit shy.
Robert Stephens took off his trench coat and draped it over her slender shoulders. Then he reached out and lifted her up horizontally.
Charlotte let out a small gasp of surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man's neck. So close, she could smell the faint scent emanating from him. Unable to resist, she looked up at Robert Stephens, seeing the beautifully shaped contour of his jawline.
Robert Stephens at twenty-one and at forty-one had different auras as well.
At forty-one, the scent lingering around Robert was a heavy, dry, and woody cold aroma that made him unapproachable; but at twenty-one, he smelled warm.
