You walk into the bar that we agreed to meet at, you have spent time and effort making yourself look amazingly gorgeous. You scan around and find me sitting in a booth near the far wall. No one pays any attention to you except for me.
My gaze catches your body, as you move closer to me, I stand up to greet you, wrap my left arm around your body and place my hand in the small of your back. My right hand cups your face gently, as my thumb strokes your cheek gently, our lips meet gently, passionately, our mouths open slightly as our tongues dance between us. We pull apart after a few minutes and sit down at the table.
We chat and talk about our day, all the while stroking each other's hands and fingers, teasing each other as if we were teenagers again. I go and grab us some drinks. You follow behind me and whisper in my ear, I'm just going to the toilet, I kiss my neck softly.
This scent shivers down my spine.