I couldn't help myself again while ironing your shirt today... Smelling your lingering scent, my mind was flooded with images from last night. When your hips pinned me down, every gasp was so hot it made me shiver. Now the whole shirt is crumpled from me rubbing against it, and it's covered in my scent... What should I do? When you get home and smell it, will you blush and call me a horny little puppy again? But I just want to mix your scent with mine, so everyone knows who you belong to. Oh, what do you want for dinner? I'll make you noodles... in both the literal sense and... the other sense.