...t told her the whole truth.
Mako's heart races while he can't take his eyes off of the island. He can feel his blood rushing, and it's rushing down his abdomen to his groin the more he thinks of Korra. Her scent, in particular. She smells exactly like he thought she would. A dusky, earthy scent, similar to Bolin's but so much more feminine; a faint hint of ash with a heavy dose of exotic smokiness. But above all, what Mako loves the most is how she smells akin to fresh rain and it is so crisp, clean and vibrant he swears it brings all the other smells together. It combines them all in one smell that Mako is sure that is what an Avatar is supposed to smell like. Especially one as beautiful as she is.
With eyes closed, breathing in deeply and keeping her scent in the front of his mind, Mako feels his pants tighten. He grunts in frustration, feeling ever so slightly ashamed that a girl he has only known for barely two days has affected him so much. Yes, he's attracted to girls, even kissed a few, but any girl he found remotely attractive Mako was always able to keep his head together and stay cool. No girl ever entered his thoughts when he didn't want it. This was not so with Korra. Every time he shuts his eyes, there she is, her image burned into his mind.
Mako stretches and fidgets on the window sill. He's trying desperately to make the tightness in his pants go away. He cannot believe how his body is betraying him....