It had been three days. Three days since he'd seen her. Ever since then her sweet and fresh garden scent seemed to haunt his every move. Three days since the last time he'd managed a single coherent thought.
Terrence entered his apartment quickly after work and immediately turned on the stereo. He couldn't risk hearing her. Scenting her was bad enough. He'd been walking around with a semi-erection for days now. A little Mozart might help. Classical music was good for the soul now and then, or so he'd heard.
Fuck it. He was willing to try anything at this point. And after a day of listening to people sing, he appreciated the instrumental strains as they sounded through his set of high-end Bose speakers.
"Better," he mused while he started to gather up his discarded clothes to run a load
