He always whispered when we were in bed. I found it most intimate when his voice was rough. He smelled of Marlboro red and the future doctissimo viagra 25. I used to look at the ceiling and paint our portrait in his words. He used to touch my hipbone in triangular patterns. I’ve always loved triangles.
His car carried the smell of Fahrenheit. Occasionally it smelled like weed and sex and what could only be two people loving each other.