" Fire and leather, jasmine and rose, it was still there on my body and in my hair. If anything the scent was even stronger, coming off my warm, damp skin.
It wasn't going to wash off in the shower. It wasn't going to go away. It was part of me now, like eye color or shoe size.
Gabriel carried me back to the bedroom with his head still in my hair and my knees draped over his forearms.
"What's the scent like, for you?" he asked.
"It's like being covered in magic," I said. "

― Margot Berwin , Scent of Darkness