The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance #1)

Thio’s bedroom smells so strongly of him that I’m shunted into an aphrodisiacal cloud. It buffers the sharp edges of the transition, dinner to revelation to desire.

I take a beat to note the room—gray bedding, dark gray walls, a soft light Thio dims via a switch near the door.

This space would be as cold and impersonal as the rest of the apartment, if not for the plants bearding the edges of the room.

That’s why it smells like him here, not the burrowing in of his cologne, but the hearty abundance of plant life, potted trees and flowers.