“I bend over to smell the bed… to smell his smell in the bed, it’s kind of spicy and nice, so I place my knee on the bed and get in closer to smell it properly.“What are you doing?” A very male voice asks from behind me. Imogen, caught out; Falling in Silence”
“You know what, you need to stay out of my bedroom. You have your own.” He smiled. “I know I do. I see it quite often. I just prefer your bed. It smells better.” I made a face. “It smells better? What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?”
“You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.”
“Get off my bed before you make it smell like girl germs.”
“The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.”
“there in the night their bed had the towelly smell of marriage.”