The sting of an aroma
It only took a single whiff to feel it in the air. It was intoxicating. It filled your surroundings like a thick cloud embracing every angle of your body, pulling you tight inside its mist.
It was sensual and romantic at the same time. Bold yet timid. It smelled of spring and flowers and fruit, but had a touch of oak and spice.
It was arousing. The kind that seared into your very veins and whose scent drilled through your nostrils, remaining with you hours after you first put it on.
It was the kind of perfume that gave away the woman who wore it.
And he was certain it was her, the minute the aroma stung his nose.
It was hypnotic and poisonous. Just like her.