you smell nice starco
Strawberries. All he could smell was the ripeness of her shampoo, inhaling the mounds of golden tresses his face was buried in. If she were any closer to him, their bodies would have fused together, her legs wound around his torso as he cradled her in his lap. The uncomfortable apartment bed felt like a cloud beneath them, soft and inviting, like a tempting finger beckoning.
“You smell nice,” she sighed, her warm breath cascading into the nape of his neck, the faint scent of cinnamon filling her nostrils. Her fingers traveled up to seize a handful of his hair as her other hand played with the fabric of his t-shirt. She’d hugged him countless times over the years, embraced him and never let go for what would feel like ages. But this was truly the most intimate they had ever been physically. Like the world around them was shrinking and the only way they could survive was if they practically melded themselves together.