He loved the smell of her neck, could spend hours kissing her there along the line where her hair started and then down her spine or across her shoulders and over the tattoo of a rose that he made her have to cover the one that said ‘Jake’ and 4EVER but it wasn’t forever and it never is forever.
And it isn’t forever she says as she leaves him, I lied she says as she leaves him, someone else is smelling me now as she leaves him.
He consoles himself with breakfast at the brasserie; coffee, croissants and apricot confiture. A glob of jam falls from the spoon onto the back of his hand, he licks it off. then smelling her he put his hand up to his nose and inhales and she is there but she isn’t there and it is him and it was him he loved all along; the smell of his own saliva…
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