Her grace and charm felt almost untouchable, as though he needed permission to come closer.
Water droplets clung to his hair, evidence of the quick shower he had taken downstairs while waiting for her. He suddenly wondered if it was too late to head back and blow-dry his hair.
Before he could answer, Emerald took the lead, reaching out toward him. "If you're too shy to hug me," she teased, "then I'll just hug you instead."
Without waiting for his reaction, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
His senses were overwhelmed by the soft, intoxicating scent of roses wafting from her.
With her heels giving her an extra three centimeters of height, Emerald finally felt like she could do whatever she wanted.
Leaning closer, like a mischievous cat, she whispered in his ear, "Mr. Beaufort, you smell so good…"
The fresh, natural scent of his lemon-scented shower gel lingered on him, crisp and clean.
