Neck

Looking at her neck, I could see that my nose would fit pretty nicely in the hollow at the base of her neck. It wouldn't be that hard to do. Just take a step forwards, lower my head a bit. Wait! I was not going to do that!

But you were thinking about it.

It was merely a possible situation.

Very possible.

No, not very possible. Bad conscience.

You were thinking about it in a positive way, I take that as a good sign.

I take it as a sign of my insanity.

Cheer up Drew, it can't be that bad.

I'm pretty sure it can be.

Yeah, you're right. This is your hopeless love life we're talking about.

I thought we were talking about my mental instability.

So I changed topics.

"Hey Drew." I snapped out of it when I saw heard her call my name, waving her hand in front of my face.

"You're still zoning out?" she questioned, "I called your name like 10 times!"

"Airhead," I muttered.

"What did you just call me?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.

"Nothing," I lied, "I didn't say anything."

You're a terrible person; lying to her.

So what? Have you seen what May's like when you call her airhead?

No

Exactly. And trust me; you don't want to unless you're prepared.

Okay, I'll leave this to you.

Thank you. Much appreciated.

"Drew, I was just asking if you liked my new perfume?" May said.

"New perfume?" I questioned. I didn't smell anything different.

"You probably can't smell it," she said, "I didn't put too much on in case it smelt horrible." Well, this was convenient. For me. I stepped forwards and lowered my head, tucking it under her chin. I rested my nose gently in the hollow at the base of her neck.

What do you know? Your nose does fit pretty nicely right there.

Shh. I breathed in. She smelt like…Strawberries. My favourite.

"Drew?" she questioned. I felt the vibrations from her voice and I could hear the question in her tone but neither thing made me move away. I was comfortable. Well, I'd be more comfortable if I could put my arms around her, but this was nice. And she smelt like my favourite food. Strawberries.

"What are you doing Drew?" she asked.

"Smelling," I said shortly.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because you smell so good," I said honestly.

"I'm guessing you like it then," she said, the vibrations of her giggle tickling my skin.

"Mm, I love strawberries" I mumbled. I felt her giggle again. She pushed my head away and I let out an involuntary whine of disappointment. She laughed.

"I should've figured this out sooner," she said, "You are so funny like this." I groaned. I just had to let that slip didn't I? She would never let it go.

And neither will I?

A/N: I just cannot let Drew's strawberry obsession go ;P sorry about that. My mind has sort of ingrained it into his personality.