I'm cheating (so soon!) by posting the paragraph. Two sentences isn't enough!
Roch recognized the fragrance of carnation and lily of the valley. Blanche would leave a little perfume bottle open, probably to mask the odor of the room, the mercenary smell of a place where too many had passed and no one lived. Yet Roch forgot about the mixed scents, about the roundish stains on the chairs and the flowery coverlet. He wrapped his arms around Blanche and kissed her greedily. He realized how much he had missed her during those three days since the attack.
From For the King by Catherine Delors. Don't let the quote fool you; it's got some sexy in it, but this book also reads like a thriller. I am in swoons over it.