He pulls out a bag of soy wax and then opens the smaller cabinet next to it, revealing hundreds of fragrance spray. Gently, he gathers up my hair and pulls it over my shoulder, exposing my neck. "What scent do you want?"
I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of his breath on my skin. "Mmm, what scents go well together?"
He lowers his head so that his mouth is near my ear. "Most candles have what we call top notes, middle notes, and base notes." His voice is low and husky-how does he make talking about candles sound so dirty?
"And what does that mean?" I manage.
"The way the fragrance notes combine is what gives every scent its own unique profile." His hands lightly brush my arms as he says it, sending goose bumps along my skin. "Top notes are what you can smell first and are usually flo
