““God, you smell intoxicating.” “It’s jasmine,” she said dreamily. “It reminds me of Damascus,” he told her, brushing the tip of his nose against her skin as he inhaled her. “Oh, I definitely think an elopement is in order,” he muttered. “The sooner I get you all to myself, the better.” She gazed up at him adoringly. “If we eloped, would we be doing many more things like that?” “Many, many more,” he promised, and she sighed in response.””
