His Cologne

You sniff his chest. It was a very familiar smell. You bury your face in his chest. A very familiar feeling. You hug him. This familiar sensation. You can feel him being buried in your soul.

It was late when you arrived at the front gate of your apartment. It was much later when you remember the location of your cell phone, on the floor of the cab. You quickly went down to the front desk to use their phone and call your cell phone. There was an answer. A voice. A man's voice. It's the cab driver's voice, but you were still unsure since the driver didn't talk enough. "Hello...is this the cab driver from earlier?" you asked politely and unsure. There were some breathing before the voice came back, "Well..I'm not a cab driver..but I did find this phone here on the floor. I was going to give it back to the owner. I'm guessing you're the owner of this phone?" You mumble out yes since your phone is now in the hand of a stranger. You didn't hear much but a very sexy giggle and, "I'll see you tomorrow at my company." Something isn't right you thought. You don't know the person or the company they work at. So who exactly is this person and how are you going to get your cell phone back. You need your phone because it contains pictures of you and your....ex boyfriend who you still love.