Quote by Jennifer Echols
““While he stepped into clean boots, I crossed to the dresser like nothing had happened, uncapped a bottle of cologne, and sniffed. That wasn't it. I picked up another. That wasn't it, either. If his scent of cologne was really laundry detergent or deodorant or even aftershave, I would be disappointed. He reached past me for the last bottle and handed it to me. "It's this one." I unscrewed the top and wet my finger with the cologne. I half thought he would kick me out of his apartment, never to return, not even at 6:01 A.M. Thursday, for what I did next. I did it anyway. I reached up to touch his neck, Sliding my hand past his dark collar, I rubbed my finger across his collarbone.””
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Jennifer Echols
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