Thoughts of the surprise he had for Becca became lost as the tantalizing aromas wafting through the house assaulted his senses. Temporarily distracted, he closed his eyes and inhaled. His lungs filled with the crisp, spicy aroma of baked ham and the tangy sweetness of pineapple. He sniffed again, his stomach rumbling as a hint of chocolate hit his nostrils. From somewhere down the hall, beneath the upbeat sounds of cartoons, a low, sultry song drifted into existence, one meant to be made love to. The images the song conjured threatened to push all other thoughts from his mind. To make matters worse, Becca hummed along, her voice low and throaty, invoking flashes of memory. Of soft lips grazing his earlobe, of heated whispers in the dark. The scents and sounds made him feel like he’d stepped back in time and made him wish like hell that he had. She’d only been here for two days and three nights, yet having her here already proved hard on his sanity.
