December Seventeenth
Coffee And Perfume
"This is yours!" Jade realizes, tossing Beck a flannel shirt from across the RV.
Beck catches it, inhaling deeply. He can smell the fragrance the shirt picked up throughout the day… It smells like Jade.
"Any reason why you're smelling your shirt?" Jade wonders, confused.
"I like that way it smells," Beck answered simply. "It smells like you," He explains.
"Oh great," Jade says, sarcasm dripping in her words. "Details please?"
"It smells like a mixture of coffee and that perfume you wear," Beck explains, inhaling the shirt's smell again. "It's hard to explain," He trails off.
"I find it weird that I'm sitting right here and you choose to sit across the RV smelling the shirt I was wearing," Jade remarks, making herself comfy on Beck's bed.
"Well you'd find it weird if I started smelling you and- oh," Beck says, looking up, his words ringing withuderstanding. 'You know what, screw the shirt," Beck says, thrusting the clothing article on the ground.
Jade shakes her head. "No. Me," She replies sexily.
Beck chooses not to argue as he makes his way over to the shirtless girl.