PheroMOANs 2
Sometime just the smell is not enough.
Two days later, and I'd lost count of how many times I'd gotten myself off in Mike's hoodie. I should have washed it. I meant to wash it. But every time I picked it up to take it to the machine, I'd catch his scent and end up back in bed instead. Now it was Friday evening, and I was walking to the climbing centre wearing the hoodie under my jacket. It was freezing, proper cold, and I needed the extra layer. Besides, Mike...