Bad [WD Assignment] From My Writing Past #11: FRAGRANCE (12/7/1992)
Funny how Adam never noticed her scent; she smelled faintly of roses, the kind that grew along the border of her herbal garden—intoxicating. Really intoxicating. Another moment of her scent whispering beneath his nostrils, and he’d be swooning at her feet like a woman. God, but how could he have mistrusted her and thought her ugly when she was so innocent and beautiful that it made him weak with love and longing? “Rather cold out, isn’t it?” she asked, her…