The Scent of Jasmine
“Alex said as he sat down on the log and lowered his head, his fragrant hair hanging about him. “I can’t get rid of the stench of it. I soaped it three times, but all I can smell is . . . is flowers. I smell like a bloody flower!”Cay was behind him with the scissors and trying to cut a few inches off his long hair. Personally, she envied him the smell of his hair, but she knew better than to say that.She thought his real problem was that when they woke up this morning, they’d been snuggled toget...her like puppies. While it was true that the heavy wool of the cloak was between them, they were still close together. Alex was on his side, facing the fire, and Cay was behind him, her body against his and her arm over his chest. Her face was buried in his fragrant hair, and she was having sweet dreams.She knew Alex didn’t want to admit it, but he must have been having good dreams, too, because he’d picked up her hand and put her palm against his cheek.But when Alex had awakened more fully, he came to his feet in a roar of anger.MoreLess
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