Journal 3 | We are in…The Mood
Thoughts…
“His scent was sweet with something ripe—like berries crushed under fingertips with a hint of tangerine zest.
Leaning in closer, I noticed the scent. It was The Mood- the notes of musk—-- warm and magnetic, clinging to his skin.
Lingering —dangerously close. We laughed about something small, but the silence that followed was heavy with intention.
His breath was warm against my neck, we entered a trans where everything around us melted away. We only saw each other—and what followed can only be described as The Mood.”
