Impossibly Enticing.

It was hard enough spending day after day working in close proximity with her but this had sent him over the edge. She was already taunting him with her perfect mind and, from what he could glimpse, her perfect body also. It was difficult when they worked side by side to not have their fingers brush together, or to not have her hair graze his chin as they leaned over cauldrons. Of course, he berated himself for his attraction towards his apprentice. Though he tried his best to ignore his feelings, it was altogether impossible.

Her hair smelled like blueberries.

Thanks again to my friend, Stina.