the idea of this happening on purpose was starting to look more and more likely . his words bring a hot flush of embarrassment to my face and i want to explain how his scent came to be all over me , but that desire wars with the command not to speak with any of the men . i asked as we walked down the hall , picking our way over rubble and broken glass . she scowled , wondering what it was for . how would that one task have changed all of our lives ? '' 