78. Chase

I’m not sure when was the last time I got to properly enjoy the Christmas market. The sea of people was never ending and to navigate it, made me a little too self conscious. I was throning above most of the people, but the woman at my side was small enough to get lost.

And that put me a little on edge. She was easy to be swept away and I’m not sure if I could trust myself to keep cool if we got separated. I was glad when we finally broke off from the swarm of visitors and found a more secluded place.

But that was when it hit me. Hard. Like a damn baseball bat in the back of my head, clouding all my thoughts and bringing all my hunter instincts out. The smell of ripen fruits, or arousal and late spring flowers, mixed oddly with the cinnamon and chocolate from her little snack.

At first, I thought it was some sort of odd spice mix from the market, or that maybe this was some new perfume I did not notice until now, but as we were alone, it settled deep into my mind that this was her. It