“You think I smell good, huh?”
The teasing in his voice was gentle, but I could no more stop the blush that spread over my cheeks than explain my behavior.
It wasn’t my fault. He smelled like citrus and vanilla, subtly sweet and fresh, and the scent combined with his body chemistry was intoxicating. I turned away. “Yeah, yeah. Fuck you.”
His laugh bordered on sultry, and my body tried valiantly to react.
“It’s the drugs, Travis.” He finished taping down the gauze and then smoothed his fingers along the edge. “The Vicodin is messing with your head. But you know, if you want to just sit there and inhale me, I’ll totally let you. Seeing as you’re hurt and all. I’m willing to indulge you in that.”