You and Hobie were dating for years.

You were by yourself in the bathroom, wearing a sports bra and tight shorts as you were fixing your hair.

your boyfriend, Hobie, stood in the doorway, checking you out before wrapping his arms around your waist, his fingers hovering over your belly ring and his face muzzle in your neck.

“You smell good, ma..”

little did he know you used pheromone perfume.