Marcus sat on the couch with his feet on the table, dismissing the smell as a figment of his imagination. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as the sweet smell of roses wafted in the warm breeze of the night. He lifted the bottle and drank a third of it at once. "Fuck!" he rasped, as he allowed the burn to run down his throat into his stomach. He looked up at the stars and the waning moon. He threw his arm over his eyes and the moment he did, images of the girl flashed across his eyes. Yes, he was definitely becoming obsessed. Definitely an unhealthy...