"Female, you have a nice scent."
What?
His words seemed to sober me for a few seconds, thinking about the single statement that gave me the two perfect husbands I have today.
It's the scent. Not everyone can get the scent from me but if they do, it means they're a special addition to my life... Right?
But then I wondered if he was just smelling the berries I used in my soap. Though I did not take it with me, right now, the scent still lingered.
It might just be that and nothing more. To confirm it, I asked,
"What... what do I smell like to you?"
I had to know. Was it the soap? Or was it me?
As much as I didn't want to have my hopes up, it felt like I wanted to have a justification for whatever mistake I was bound to make any second now.
The wolfman stepped closer, his nostrils flaring as he caught my scent, inhaling deeply like someone intoxicated. He didn't mention the berries, but a dark, predatory hunger flared in his eyes.
