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I take a couple steps towards him to close the gap between us and lean in towards his underarm. I’m expecting typical sweaty person smell, though maybe not as horrific as he seems to think. What I get instead is?—
“Holy shit.” I grab a fistful of his t-shirt and pull myself closer, until my nose is almost pressed into the fabric. “That’syou?”
He shrugs again. “Told you,” he says smugly. “Physics.”
I laugh but don’t back away. “That’s definitely the wrong branch of science.” I inhale his scent again and my whole body shudders. This can’t be possible.
“And keep in mind, you smell that good to me, too,” he adds.
“I find that hard to believe.” I look up to face him and he seems to be challenging me, so I take a step back and pull off my own sweater, leaving it in a lump on the floor, and then hold an arm up. To call his bluff, certainly. I’m already starting to smell like onions, this late in the day.
He wraps his arms around me when he steps closer, ducking his head to fit under my arm. Though he actually does push his face against my t-shirt. His chin is nudging my boob, and I try not to notice.
He breathes in like he’s never had oxygen. It makes me laugh, because I assume he’s just being goofy, but he stays like that too long for it to be a joke.
“Uh, Damien?” I ask, bumping him a little as I lower my arm self-consciously.
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. His breath is hot even through the fabric of my t-shirt.
“Are you okay?”
He lifts his head to look at me, but he seems kind of dazedas he swallows. “Um, full disclosure,” he says, angling his hips away, though he keeps his arms around me. “If we’re cuddling, I’m going to get…excited. But that doesn’t mean we need to do anything. I just want you to know that.”
“Oh…” I blink up at him for a moment, dumbfounded. He just gotexcitedfrom smelling my stinky armpit. And for some reason, knowing that excites me too. “We should definitely cuddle, then.”
You:
Thanks for saving my life, I guess.
I had it under control, you’re just getting in the way.
What the hell did you just do to me?
Thanks for saving my life, now I’m going to end yours. (Attack)
Helena:
That is not a thank you, but you are welcome, I suppose. Were it not for me, you would have lost a limb.
Why is it that everyone these days seems to think they can traipse through forests and ancient grounds with no preparation? You cannot even cast an effective healing spell, let alone detect the most basic traps. Perhaps you should have stayed home. Or at least brought a decent mage with you.
Treagan:
