“Smell it.” He nodded at the bottle, my honest acceptance clearing some of his unease and bringing back some of his usual self-assurance. “It reminded me of you.” I sent him a teasing look and pulled my hand from his to open it. “If this smells like grease and oil because that’s what you smell like—” He let out a booming laugh. “If I want you to smell like me, then I’ll just fuck you, Delilah.” “Such a sweet talker.”
