She forgot it; left it draped over the back of the couch once her and Kacey retired to their suite. Because I’m an idiot, I did something stupid I’d never be able to come back from. Something that launched the moments flashing through my brain into full body experiences that filled me with craving. A craving for my old best friend. For everything we used to be. For everything we shared. I smelled it. Knowing full well the fabric would smell like her. Did it ever.
