Today again, Simon has you on his lap with his face buried in your neck to smell you.

It feels like it’s always been like that. You guys never really talked, Simon just wanted you to sit on his lap so he could smell your neck. He’d do it while you’re talking with your friends, and you started simply ignoring it and living your life like there wasn’t a Canadian boy smelling your neck. Today you asked him why and he gave a muffled answer in your neck. “…you..smell..like..maple..syrup…”