“Smell me.” She said.
I didn’t notice when the others have gone. It was late; I should have gone home. But we were having such a good time. She was adorable. I loved talking to her, and watching her talk. I remember her velvety cheek, as pink as my baby brother’s. When I realized the time, we were the only ones left in the classroom. It was dark already. She must have noticed me noticing the time. She smiled, and murmured something that got lost in the chilled air. She leaned over and looked me right in the eyes. I could feel her breath tingling the top of my nose. I did not dare to move a single molecule; I didn’t think I could anyway. She rose one of her arms, everything was in slow motion, and pressed my head against her breasts. “Smell me.” She said, in a luscious tone. I, unable to disobey, took a deep breath, and sucked in the sweet and bizarre aroma of white peach and steamed milk. Her voice soft and faint, continued to hypnotize me with indistinguishable moans. I still had not moved. About a thousand years later, she let go of me, grabbed her bag, and left the room. She acted as if nothing had happened the next day. I guess it was true in some ways. She moved away before the semester ended.
“Hello?” She snapped her fingers impatiently. I must have seemed dumbstruck. “What’s the matter with you? Come on, smell it.” She put her wrist in front of my face. It’s summer and the grass is green. “My new perfume. Like it?” She put her arm into mine, and I smiled.
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