Page 57 of Skating the Blue Line
Rotten cheese?
I smell bad but not that bad.
And she wasn’t that close to me, how did she get a whiff so fast?
The heightened smell.
I read a few blog posts in the last few days and a lot of them say that women tend to have their sense of smell heightened when they are pregnant.
A part of me didn’t believe it, but now that I have Chloe in front of me looking like she is going to puke, I have to.
“Sorry, I skipped the shower after practice to come over here.”
“You didn’t have to come right away,” she says, gagging a little. “I can’t have this conversation with you when you smell like rotten cheese. Go shower.”
She points behind her, down her hallway.
She wants me to shower here?
“You’re serious?” I ask, trying to keep my laugh in.
“Yes.”
“I have no clothes.” I say, walking into the apartment and closing the door behind me.
“Stay in a towel for all I care, just go shower before I puke.” She continues to back away from me like I had the plague or something.
Shaking my head, I throw a smirk in her direction and make my way to her hallway bathroom.
I don’t wait for the water to heat up before jumping in. Even though we’re about to have a serious conversation, my cock still remembers all the stuff that we did the last time I was here. Every single memory still fresh as if it happened yesterday. So the colder and quicker the shower I take, the better for me.
So it doesn’t help that I’m using Chloe‘s body wash. Her scent all over me is going to make a certain body part a lot harder than it should be.
Ignoring what smelling Chloe’s shampoo is doing to my dick, I finish my quick shower and I am out within five minutes with a towel wrapped around my waist.
The second that Chloe sees me bare chested I know she regrets telling me she doesn’t care if I stay in a towel.
The woman cares and by the blush that creeps up her cheeks, she cares a lot.
“You seriously don’t have any clothes? Not even in your car?” She asks, trying really hard to not look at my torso.
I give her a smirk. “I thought you didn’t care.”
“I don’t,” she says, her blush getting deeper.
As much as I would love to teaser her some more, I drop it.
“The clothes I was wearing were what I wore to the arena. I didn't think to grab my extras.” If I knew that my sweat and bad body odor affected her so much, I would have grabbed them.
Chloe’s eyes travel down my body quickly before they settle back on my face. She looks almost embarrassed that she was caught looking, but I don’t give a shit.
This woman can look at me all she wants. I just have to keep my dick at bay.
“You might have left a shirt the last time you were here, I think. Let me go check,” she says, rushing out of the living room and heading to her bedroom.
The fact that I left a shirt should have been my first clue that I would have Chloe in my life a lot longer than just one night. I never leave clothes behind.
Chloe comes back a minute later and hands me an over worn Knights t-shirt that I definitely left behind.
