In front of the Jaguar's hood, a gaping girl stood stupefied. Her hair, already a mess, was wind blown on her ivory skin from the car's stop. Her glasses were starting to fall down her slim nose. The deep blue eyes set in her wide face were ogling, and the full lips of her mouth hung open.
A second later, the color drained from the girl's face when her legs went limp, giving out underneath. The girl crashed to the pavement on her rear end.
A sharp gust of air blew from my mouth, leaving it wide open.
"Holy-" Donovan cussed under his breath as he made his way out the door.
A light breeze streamed in, bringing with it a sweet smell from outside. It was like flowers. Hibiscus? Perhaps it was. But mouthwatering? Indeed, it was.
No scent in the world compared to this, and I knew exactly what it was. I cut off my air supply immediately. But, already, excess venom started to overflow my mouth; my muscles tightened.
