In the end, Rye didn’t kiss Benjamin. She got up from him and walked away.

Benjamin still lay down on the bed.

Rye’s scent was still in the air. It was also on his clothes. It was intoxicating, for sure, and he was finding it hard to fight the fleshly feelings that were stirring in him.

Benjamin was not even thirty years old.

He was near if not at the peak of his manhood, and it wasn’t easy to control the urge of a young man to let a woman’s scent affect him.

On top of that, it had a familiar s