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perfume [ ❧ ]

By the time you get home from the club, your head is spinning and it's through no fault of the whiskey sours you'd been drinking nor the brightly coloured shots Luca had talked you all into trying with him.

No, the source of your irritation tonight is the man standing across the room from you as he, for the umpteenth time tonight, insists that there was nothing happening between him and the people who'd been dancing on him and Luca when the latter had pulled him out to the dancefloor.

As he passes by you, shaking his head, the scent of cheap dollar store perfume follows him and you feel your heart twist in your chest.

"I can smell them on you, you know that?" The words are coming out of your mouth before you know to stop them, and the hurt in your voice is tangible enough to the point of making Street's face twinge with guilt when he stops and turns to face you.

"I'm gonna take the couch tonight." You say as you stride past him even as he reaches for you, knowing that a smelling a stranger's scent off the sheets you're so used to finding comfort in will only makes things worse.