Every time that door opens, the wind rushes in, as if to escape the burgeoning winter cold. I shiver as the wind funnels into the car flowing from the front before flowing to the backseat and settling. Almost immediately a smell reminiscent of freshly done laundry wafts in my car tickling my nose. The scent becoming more heady as the owner starts to make his way into the car, seating himself casually while hissing from the cold outside which his scarf is not helping much to keep at bay. The smell almost becomes intoxicating when the car door closes. It takes a lot of effort to pretend not to notice.

It's so toxicating that I reach for my blanket, lifting it up to my nose. Inhaling deeply, eyes closed dreaming that it somehow becomes your scent on the soft threads. But all I smell is that of my own waking me up from my dream state. Away from the warmth of strong arms and protection.

Protection that I will only muster from myself.

I need to stop getting attracted to his smell and personality. I've seen the other side of him and I don't know if I can handle such a beautiful beast. A beast will always have his beauty and he already has a whole line of them waiting.