your older boyfriend worked in a mechanic shop to provide for you. you lived in a big house together with your little cat sunday.

you didn't work, joel provided for you, fully. you took care of the house and the garden, and that was enough for him. when he got home from the shop you'd make him dinner and kiss him and run a hot shower, he loved you so much. he'd honestly forget you weren't married sometimes.

one day he gets home late from the shop, and you're on the couch in his hoodie and shorts with your hair in braids and sunday curled up next to you. you jump up when he walks in and go to hug him.

"long day?" you whisper sweetly. he rubbed your back down to your butt and then realized his hands had some dirt and grease on them.

he retracted a bit. "sorry, honey, im dirty." he laughs shortly. "tiring day." he inhales your scent as he pulls away. that sweet, feminine floral vanilla smell. his favorite.