You spend the day with someone and you head home but you can still smell them on you. Not their perfume. Not the hint of their makeup or body lotion. I'm talking about their scent. And you don't seem to mind it much. You crave it. In fact, knowing you as well as I do, you have a sheepish grin on your face. In about two seconds, you will do the math and try to figure out when you will see them next. Or in this case, smell them.