He called a girl fat, told a boy his breath did not smell like roses.

His breath smelled of one too many rounds at the bar next door.

She had orange hair, and her breath smelled of garlic.

"Your breath smells like old blood," I whispered into her mouth.

He was weary of wondering why her breath smelled as it did.

His breath was hot against her face and smelled oddly of mint.

"Whatever you do, don't move," I said to my patient, whose breath still smelled of alcohol.

Her breath smelled like burning stone even three strides away.

His breath smelled of rot; until he moved back again, she held hers.

Feathering against my face, her warm breath smelled of wine.