"... Are you drunk...?" You asked Rafayel.

You're now standing in front of him, between his legs while he's sitting on his studio's couch. He's sniffing your wrist like a dog.

"No... I just like your smell." He answered, still sniffing your wrist while closing his eyes. Then, his lips went to your palm and gently started kissing it. His other hand grabbed your another wrist and placed your palm on his chest so you can feel his heartbeat.

"Your fragrance is addicting..." He breathed, his mouth still on your palm but this time, his eyes are opened, looking intimately at yours.

The dim of moonlight through the window is the only light inside the studio, your fragrance and the paints smell filled the room. The sound of waves outside are heard, while there's Rafayel, sniffing you like an obedient dog.