His Smell - Silent But Cuddly Media

Fresh cut grass always reminds me him. Of the nights we spent cuddled together and smothering each other with kisses. Of tickle fights and rolling off his bed and hoping his mother didn’t hear the thud as we giggled like kids.

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I met him online at a hook up site of all places. We talked for hours on end that first week then met up two weeks later. We spent most of our first date chasing after each other in the mall, laughing as we went and not caring about the stares from other people. In between running around like fools we snuck off and made out. Though every time I looked up there was the security guard giving us an unreadable looks.

After the mall closed we went back to his car and listened to music. As I sat next to him a whiff of his cologne reached me. I melted a little inside. Nothing much went on besides a ton more kissing and promises to see each other again.

As summer came to an end we saw less and less of each other. He was busy with work, me with school, and with him being in the closet that made rendezvouses near impossible. But those stolen moments with him held tight as I inhaled his natural scent made it worth it.

I could never get enough of it and on those lonely nights the memory of his smell kept me going. But after eight months of seeing him only five or six times total, I couldn’t take the torture anymore and we broke up. The last time we saw each other he came to my place and left with my favorite sweater. “Something to remember your smell,” he said.