*Senya*
The following dawn, I'm not at all surprised to see Aaron standing by a lamppost outside his club. The car barely slows down when he opens the door, hops in, and settles in beside me. The vehicle carries on, never coming to a full stop.
And the confines suddenly seem far too small. His presence envelops the space, his scent of bay rum wafts around me. I have a strong urge to climp into his lap, to have the warmth of his body seep into me on this chilly morning. Although, to be honest, I wouldn't object to his warmth seeping into me on a sultry afternoon. It's somewhat tortuous to have him so near and yet so far away. I finally find the wherewithal to greet him properly. "Good morning”.
"You smell differently in the morning”. He simply says.
He couldn't have unsettled me more if
