Granfos was finishing up after a long, hard day's work. He had just parked his diesel for the day, and was now wiping off his hands as he walked towards the shower room for a hot shower. He went to his room first, stripped down to just his boxers, leaving his dirty clothes in a pile, and took a new set of clothes with him to the showers. He set them down outside the shower, and then walked in, stripping down completely as he switched on the hot water.
As the hot water rushed over him, and down his body, he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sweat and grime washing away. A clean body, new fresh clothes… perfect for a refreshing evening. He soaped up his chest and arms, and then the rest of his body, letting it set for a few minutes, before he rinsed himself off, washing his hair as well.
Finally, he shut off the water, drying himself off before wrapping himself in a towel, walking out into the locker room. Once he was completely dry, he changed into his new clothes, feeling like a new man. He tossed the towel in the pile to be washed, and walked back to his room. When he approached his door, he stopped.
It was ajar just slightly, and he knew he had not only closed his door, but locked it as well. Was there an intruder afoot?
He crept closer, looking in through the crack. He waited, and saw a figure briefly. Black overalls and pants, with a red shirt underneath. Dark figure. He exhaled. It was only Setskogen. But what was she doing in his room?
He swung the door open, stepping in. Setskogen was there, her back turned to him.
"Skauen, what are you doing?" he asked. Setskogen let out a yelp of surprise, quickly turning towards him. Granfos raised an eyebrow.
She had several of his shirts in her arms, the dirty one he had just removed prior on top, and she had her face somewhat buried in them.
"Is that my shirt?" Granfos asked, confused.
She froze in place, just staring at him like he was the intruder here, not saying a word.
"Are you… what are you doing?" he asked again. Setskogen lowered his shirts from her face slowly, looking slightly pale.
"I'm not… doing anything!" she said, finding her voice. Granfos raised his eyebrow higher.
"Really? Because from the looks of it… you broke into my room… just to smell my shirts?" he said, partially making a claim, and partially asking himself if that made any sense.
Setskogen looked at his shirts, then back to him, her face reddening.
"Huh?" she asked, seeming dazed. Granfos pointed.
"The shirts… they're mine… and you're sni… hey!" Granfos was cut off as Setskogen suddenly threw the pile of shirts she had been holding into his face. He reached up, trying to pull off the tangled mess of shirts and mangled sleeves off of his head, hearing footsteps quickly growing fainter. Finally, he got them pulled off, and looked around, finding himself alone in his room, holding the shirts in his own arms now. Although…
"Where's the one I was wearing earlier?" he asked himself, looking through the bundle. The shirt he had been wearing prior to his shower was not there. He finally sighed, shrugging, and taking them to the hamper.
…
Setskogen slammed her door shut, looking around to make sure she was alone. Then she looked down, the blue shirt still in her hands. She exhaled slowly.
"Fuck… I need to be more careful next time…" she said to herself. She closed her eyes, bringing the shirt up to her nose, enjoying the scent of the man she felt so much for, and sniffed again.
