By the time she could breathe again and not just chase after his mouth, she’d almost forgotten the question. “Uh, oh, um, wouldn’t it give you a headache? With heightened sense of smell?”
“Sometimes – but I’m learning to block it all out, or at least the unwanted things. Like…if you were across town, I could probably find you by your scent alone, and that’s a bit freaky to you, right?” he murmured lowly and tilted his head to the side, aching to kiss her yet again but needing to know her answer.
“No, not really.” Summer shook her head positively, not even thinking about the answer. She took his hand, wanting to touch him. The residue of fear still settled in her bones, and she suddenly pressed up close to him. “Hold me.”