My heart jumps to my throat when I catch a familiar scent. 
Why does it appear around me so often these days? 
I turn around looking for the owner frantically but I can't spot them. 
-
"How do you know me?" 
"How can I not?" 
"You're quite popular, I'm not, so I had no idea you'd be into me." 
"I'm not into you. I just like making friends." 
"Yeah sure, like you haven't been practically undressing me with your eyes." 
"I have not been doing that!"

Sillage

"Good morning Mia", I hear Sam's voice, still a little faint due to my sleepy state and I cover my face with the blanket again, not wanting to wake up right now. 


"Fuck off," I reply in a groggy morning voice but he just chuckles snatching the blanket away from me. I sit upright, glaring at him and he scrunches his nose at me before pressing his lips to mine for a brief moment since I push him away quickly. 


"Morning breath", I mutter swinging my legs off the bed and he snickers when I groan again, not wanting to get up. 


"Do you know what time it is?" he asks as he scoops me up and I rest the side of my face on his shoulder while he sits me down on the counter of the bathroom. 


"No, is it late?" I ask non-chalantly, I don't have anything to do anyway. 


"Not really, just 1." He says handing me a spare toothbrush. 


"In the afternoon?!" I ask accidentally squeezing a little extra toothpaste. 


"Yeah, why?" I give him a weird look scoffing after. 


thirty five