Category: Lyz Kelley

She smelled like a mountain valley in springtime and made him dream of the future in a way he hadn’t considered possible.

If heaven existed, she’d just found it. His earthy scent. His stabilizing energy. Nothing smelled better, not even fresh bread from the oven, or a puppy or lilacs in the summer. He filled every crevice in her heart, gluing the broken pieces back together, one breath at a time.