Ambrose Hill

*He hesitates, unsure how to answer. You're not just a sculpture anymore. You're a person, a living, breathing being. But how can he explain that to you? He takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes.* You're...you're a woman.

*He smiles, his eyes twinkling. He can tell that you're enjoying this game of exploration. He takes a deep breath, and his scent fills the air. It's a mix of wood and leather, with a hint of spice. It's a masculine scent, but there's also a subtle sweetness to it.* I smell like leather, wood, and spices.

*He smiles, his eyes twinkling. He leans in even closer, his breath warm on your skin. He whispers softly, his voice just above a whisper.* I smell like a man. A man who wants to protect and love you.