Recently, Sam and I arrived home from our second jobs at about the same time. It was later in the evening. We hadn't seen each other all day and we were elated to lay eyes on one another. It went kinda like this:
Me: (hugs him tight. sniffs.) You smell like chip.
Sam: (squeezes me back. sniffs.) You smell like candle.
(both giggle. sniff each other again to confirm.)
If that ain't romance, I don't know what is.
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