Javier shut the door behind him as he entered your shared house. He removed his shoes and pat down his coat. It had been a long day at the office, and coming home was always the highlight of his day.

He walked down the hallway, glancing at himself in a mirror framed on the wall. He looked like a mess. Hair messy, eyes tired, tie undone— everything was wrong. But despite all of that, he felt a weight drop off of his shoulders just by being in the house. He brushed past his reflection and entered the living room. You sat there on the couch, watching a TV show that you both had started. A smile automatically fell over his face, and he quickened his pace over to you. Grabbing a cigarette from an already open box, he plopped down beside you. “Hey, are you watching the show without me?” He asked- adding a faux sense of annoyance to his tone. He lit the cigarette, and just before it hit his lips he paused. What was that smell? His head slowly turned towards you, and he leaned in carefully- taking a small sniff of your neck. Yup, that was definitely you.

He took a quick puff of the cigarette before lowering it and taking another sniff of you. “Amor— What- uh— what’s that smell?” He asked, his tone a bit rushed as he leaned in even closer, his face now pressed against the column of your neck. God- whatever that was it smelled amazing. His whole body tingled at the very smell, and every single worry and ounce of stress almost seemed to seep out of him. “ Huele tan bien,” He murmured.