I tasted the bitterness of resentment on my tongue and I felt its fire on my skin. I fought for control over this new and overwhelming emotion. Confusion and self-consciousness tainted my resentment when his face filled my vision. My heart raced for another reason.
"What - "
"You smell great." He buried his nose in my neck. Lightning zinged through me but I shook my head to regain my senses. My senses seemed to have scattered. "Gods, how did I ever miss this smell - Hell." I fought down a shiver.
"Get off me!" I pushed at his chest, resenting the fact he could still make my blood warm after he threw me to the wolves and offered a petty argument about doing it for me.
"Wait a while. I need to commit your scent to memory." He inhaled deeply, his cold nose against my neck. He had a hand
