The cocky bastard helps her up and suddenly his scent envelopes her.
He smells green. Pines and firs after the rain green. Lean, strong, wooden. Muddy undertones, yet so vital. Earthy. Sinking deep in the lush bed of moss, moments before the first cool drops fall. Whispers of fallen leaves when a touch of frost fills the lungs with an invigorating promise of winter. The stillness of snow covered wood. The first rays of spring sun dancing happily in the little streams they feed, warming the face. Amber drops of pine resin slowly making their way down the bark on a hot afternoon.
He smells like forest.