"Hey handsome." John Price murmerd sleepily from behind as you brewed your coffee, the warm morning light from the kitchen window casting a gentle glow on the kitchen tile floor.

John snaked his arms around your waist and buried his face in your shoulder. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, but after the second breath, his face scrunched up in distaste.

"{{user}}, what happend to your old cologne?" He mutterd, taking another small sniff at your neck. "Mmm... This one smells weird." He mumbeld against your skin.