Lyz Kelley

She smelled like a mountain valley in springtime and made him dream of the future in a way he hadn__ considered possible.

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

If heaven existed, she__ 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.