She always thought that Brandon Heath was the gentlemanly type of man.
But however gentlemanly a man, he's still a man.
Unless he's abnormal.
"Alright." Aria Rowlett knew that there were some things she shouldn't take too far and she had to know when to stop.
Otherwise, if she really stirred Brandon Heath up, she wouldn't have any way of dealing with it.
She stopped in time.
"But, you really smell good." Aria Rowlett sniffed around him like she was hugging a fragrant toy, "Especially good. Brandon Heath, I like the smell on you."
"How can you smell so good?"
Brandon Heath couldn't help but laugh: "What does my body smell like?"
"I don't know." Aria Rowlett said very affirmatively, "Anyway, it's certainly not the smell of shower gel, nor the smell of shampoo, nor the scent of your perfume. I can't describe it, but it just smells really good."
Aria Rowlett forgot where she had once read a line.
