Davis POV 

      I could still smell her on me when I got home. There was a silly smile on my face that wouldn't fall off. 

I ran my hands across my face so I could smell her insides. I went to bed a happy man that night. I just hoped she would call. 

        It had been two weeks since that day and she had not called. My best guess is that she got back with her boyfriend. It happened all the time. People didn't just move on from someone who had become a part and parcel of them for months. 

I was at a bar with my colleagues that Friday...