I grab the bottle of lotion sitting next to it, uncap it and inhale. Immediately I’m hit with the familiarity and one of the triggers of my addiction to her, her scent. Reading the label, it dawns on me why. Juniper Berry. No wonder I’m addicted to her smell. I drink the contents of her scent nightly. In. My. Fucking. Gin. “Well played, queen,” I muse, capping her lotion and closing the cabinet.
