Spritz
Quietly slinking in with the shadows, the redheaded teenager winced as a slight click snapped behind her from the closing panel. Her knees finally gave way, the giddiness of the night exploding throughout her body as if contagious. That had been one heck of a goodnight kiss.
The midnight black, oversized hoodie engulfed Gwen Tennyson's lean frame. Shivering in pure delight, a warm smile painted itself upon her swollen lips. Collecting the excess length of the worn sleeves, the redhead brought the balled up fabric to her face, a bundle of heat spreading across her radiant face.
Her nostrils devoured the lingering scent clinging to the darkly woven threads, trying to catch a breath of Kevin's cologne. How she wished she could bottle it for herself.
XOXO
With five minutes left 'til her boyfriend arrived for their dinner date, Gwen frantically tore her room apart. Where is it…? Where is it? …Gotcha!
Snagging a simple glass-shaped heart, the redheaded teen cried out in delight as she plucked it from her cluttered vanity. Laid out on her bed was Kevin's black hoodie, which she'd borrowed on their date last Friday. Her veins surged at the thought, throbbing with passion as she decapitated the heart molded bottle. Taking careful aim, she poised her weapon of choice, its scented ammunition sloshing around inside.
Applying the pressure, a burst of her signature perfume burst from the glass heart, seeping into the collar of the hoodie.
Smirking, Gwen put the bottle away once the sharp blare of Kevin's pampered Camero's horn greeted her ears.
Before she gave anything of his back, she would always spritz it with her perfume, hoping he'd search for it just as she did for his.