You were only trying to clean your room to ease up your mind—or rather putting aside your errands to procrastinate—when you accidentally find a teal cashmere sweater under your bed.

The cutting is way to big and loose, and it's too flashy for it to be yours. A hint of his musk, along with those perfume of his that he spritz everywhere when he's around jabs your sense of smell.

The scent of his musk and cologne triggered memories of past summers: chips raining down, expensive liquor, the bustling casino, his stupid luxurious perfume, and whispered words during memorable nights together.

It's just a week of business trip, an unforgettable one that is. With his sweater on your hand, your phone on the other, should you call him to tell this news? That he left his clothes behind and he can pick it up? And maybe catching up a little..?

"Hey gorgeous," But before you're finished thinking of the complete sentence to greet him, your fingers already pressed the 'call' button. Now he's already on with those flirty voice of his. "What's up? Miss me already?"