Pheromones

I remember the very first time I entered his bedroom, only a week after our first date.

The first thing that I immediately noticed was a scent; a scent so strong that it pierced through my rather sensitive nose, yet strangely I didn't mind — I, to my biggest surprise, loved it; even when I could very easily get annoyed at any strong smells. Turned out it was the very similar scent that sticked on his body and his clothing.

The more I inhaled it, the more it came to my consciousness that I only breathed in deeper each and every time. It was fairly easy of me to immediately associate that scent to him.

When the midnight came, I realized that I didn't want to go home. We then lied down side by side in the dark, with our faces so close to each other that we might as well just kiss — yet we didn't; we didn't do anything more, we were only inhaling each other's breath. The only thing that came to my mind was how intoxicating his breath was to me.

At that moment, I swear I could feel my heartrate rising ever so quickly and thumping oh so rapidly, I was worried that it might break apart.

The next week, I decided to tell my mother that I'd like to breathe around this one boy only, and so did he to his mother... and the rest is history.

It's been more than a year now, yet a whiff of his breath never fails to still make my stomach full of butterflies.

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