Chapter 74 Sniff Her And Lick Her

• Sitting by the window, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations, each one a reminder of her presence. Her shea butter scent lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Yet, despite my efforts to remain anchored in the present, I felt the pull of the past tugging at me relentlessly.
• Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, trying to drown out the memories that threatened to overwhelm me. Her scent intertwined with the faint, earthy aroma of a girl from my past, one whom I had left—or perhaps she had left me—years ago. Despite the passage of time, the scent felt fresh and overpowering, eclipsing even the comforting shea butter aroma.
• Restlessly, I tapped the pen between my fingers, its motion mirroring the seesaw battle between my mind and heart. With each passing moment, the weight of the past grew heavier, the pen's nib scraping against the paper as it etched out the painful memories.