“Can you stand a little closer?""Hmm?""You smell good. I like to smell you.”
“You smell good," he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?" "Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.”
“What does he smell like?” “Smell like?” I scrunched up my face. “You know, he looks like he’d smell good.”
“What is that?"..."Why do you smell like that?"..."Smell like what?""You smell delicious."..."You smell like food. Why do you smell like food?”
“You smell like a bar," he said.I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.”
“How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.”