The Scent of Silk

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.


Jasmine.

Lavender.

Twilight flowers in her hair.

Drowning.

Falling.

Pools of amethyst myrrh.

Burning.

Desire.

Raven hair soft as midnight silk.

(Whack!)

"Danny, pay attention," she hisses at me.

"Forget it," my other friend says, closing his math book.

My goddess shook her sable tresses and pursed those pouty lips I longed to kiss. "You don't think he's sick, do you, Tucker?"

"Yep," my best friend says, peering at my face. "He's got it bad."

Without thinking, I rose to my feet and yanked Sam out of the chair and into my arms.

Those lips were soft and luscious as ripe strawberries.

"Danny!" she cried my name.

Sorry, love, couldn't resist the temptation any longer.