“You should shower," I said. "Right now.""I smell that bad?"Actually, he smelled that good.”

“You smell good, too,” said PatchIt’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”Naked. I know the drill.”

“You smell good.""It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-""Naked. I know the drill.”

“Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory snagged, taken aback by a compelling and forceful sense of undue familiarity. "Soap, shampoo, hot water," I added, almost as an afterthought. "Naked. I know the drill," Jev said, something unreadeble passing over his eyes.”

“...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.”

“I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler.Cigars.”

“I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower."He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.”