IDYLLIC Eau de Toilette

It was like tasting a pear when he looked at you. Sweet and bright and slightly drunk on its own ripeness. The light in his eyes, that knowing smile, and something about the way he tilted his head synced so perfectly with your racing heartbeat. The whole room smelled like a bouquet of trouble. I see you, he said. I've always seen you. And when his hand found yours, you both went down. Down, down, down bad together, and neither of you even tried to stop the fall. Ozone fills the air between you and him. Aldehydes fizz like the laugh you couldn't swallow. And the amber, warm, golden, the kind of sweetness that sticks to your skin long after you've left his room. 

Everything tasted like freshly bloomed love. 

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