“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.”

“He liked the way her smile infected him and infused a bit of heat into his cold bones—a warmth missing until he'd opened the door to her flower shop.”

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