as they embrace his face moves closer to hers - his breath is repulsive

as a mix of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne fills the air between them. She can feel her heart racing, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wants to pull away, to escape the overwhelming scent, yet something keeps her rooted in place. His eyes, perhaps, are a strange blend of desperation and longing that draws her in, despite everything else. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the thumping of her heartbeat. It's not just the smell; there's an intensity in his gaze that stirs something deep within her—a flicker of curiosity, maybe even compassion. She knows she should move back, create some distance, but the moment feels electric, suspended in time. "Can we just—" she starts to say, but the words get caught in her throat. As he inches closer, she feels the weight of his presence, the urgency of the moment pressing against her. She could back away, yet a part of her wonders what lies beyond that repulsive breath, what stories are hidden behind those tired eyes. Still, one thing is clear: she can’t ignore the discomfort that churns in her stomach, wrestling with the intrigue that both fascinates and frightens her.