I sniff his bare chest, a bit tentative knowing it’s a strange thing to do. Yet, I want to sniff Donnelly all over like a bloodhound. He watches with a rising smile. “Smell away, space babe.” My heart pitter-patters. He calls me space babe? “My nose is powerful,” I warn. “Good. I’ll triple-down. I smell amazing.” I smile. “Gutsy.” “Been taking risks all my life. Think I can handle this one.”
