He turned his face into her hair, drew in the scent, held it inside him.

He drew in the scent of her skin and water.

He turned his face into her hair to breathe in the scent.

She brought the white rose to her face, breathed in its scent.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in his warm scent.

His face fell to her hair and he breathed in the scent of it.

I heard him inhale as he took in the scent of my hair.

She closed her eyes, breathed in the scent of him, and just let it happen.

But I kept just above his neck, and breathed in the scent of him.

I could taste in his scent how injured he was.