Butch repositioned the Sox cap, and as his wrist passed by his nose, he got another whiff of himself. “Ah, V… listen, there’s something weird going down with me.”
“I smell like men’s cologne.”
“Good for you. Females dig that kind of thing.”
“Vishous, I smell like Obsession for Men, only I’m not wearing any, you feel me?”
There was silence on the line. Then, “Human’s don’t bond.”
“Oh, really. You want to tell that to my central nervous system and my sweat glands? They’d appreciate the news flash, I’m sure.
Butch and Vishous, Lover Revealed by J. R. Ward