On the bed lay Matthew Saxon, a man with long limbs, originally just fitting, but once Scarlett Yates climbed up, it became a bit crowded.
The two were pressed tightly against each other.
The moment Scarlett Yates pulled open the duvet and lay down, Matthew Saxon reached out to embrace her.
His firm yet slender arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly, bringing her into his embrace.
He carried a faint scent of musk mixed with a touch of bergamot aroma, the latter being fresh and warm, a scent full of vitality and vigor.
Scarlett Yates really liked the scent on him, and could even be said to be a bit enamored by it.
She nestled into Matthew Saxon's embrace, stretched out her hand to hold him, resting her head on his chest, then took a deep breath and foolishly asked, "Matthew Saxon, why do you smell so nice?"
This scent was unlike anyone else's.
