The pale hairs on my arms are standing straight up. I should be afraid, but instead I want to draw him closer, feel his snarling teeth against mine, throw my head back and howl. All these things I want to do, and more.
He leans his face toward my head and sniffs. "You smell like death." His breath is hot next to my ear.
"We've been camping. I haven't had a bath in like a week."
He backs away. I feel relief and regret. Damn it. I repulse him.
His eyes dart back and forth. His own hair stands on end. "Why do you smell like death?"
"I don't know what you mean. I told you I haven't showered. Look, does it matter? I mean, I barely know you. I should be going. Thanks for the smoke." I start to walk to the car.
"Stay." A command more than a request.
" Why should I? No one talks to me like that." And yet I want to.
"Because I need to understand your scent so I can find it."
"Find what?"
"Death."
...to be continued later today
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