I felt his eyes on me long before he said anything.
Slow, lingering… the kind of look that touches your skin before he ever does.
We were sitting close close enough that our knees brushed under the table.
He didn’t move away.
Neither did I.
Him: “You smell… different tonight.”
His voice...
Just spent a hour discussing favourite perfumes and aftershaves with left over xmas guests.
Was amazed how involved every one got with their favourite and thought it would make a good thread.
Whats your favourite and how many different brands have you?
My favourite is poison by christan dior...