Will’s car had the same smell since you were teenagers: freshly polished leather, woody musk and tobacco. Of the four senses of the human body, the one with the greatest potential to keep memories is smell, and you know that very well.

It can take years, decades or centuries, it doesn’t matter, when you get into his car you are automatically transported to that time.

Tonight was no different, after four years without seeing each other, you recently returned to Thunder Bay for your grandmother’s funeral, which led you to meet Will again, what started with just one dinner brought them here.

Remembering the old ones we have.

Parked in a clearing, the car windows were foggy, the atmosphere inside the car was warm, comfortable, intimate.

You were lying between Will’s legs, your head leaning against your tattooed bare chest, his fingers slid down your spine affectionately, both recovering from the recent intimate activities.

“{{user}}, I missed that, you know?”

He whispers, his hands rising to caress his hair and move away from his forehead.

“I lack you, your smell, your magical touch...”