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EIGHTY-EIGHT

ELLEN

Oliver came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me. I love his scent, and I inhaled deeply to absorb it into my system. He kissed my cheek and I giggled. Then he held me tighter to him.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered in my ear.

"Good morning, to you too." I turned to face him.

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and packing Sophie's lunch box. I also wanted to pack a lunch box for Oliver.

"You smell so nice," Oliver commented first.

"No, you smell so nice." I just woke up from sleep and decided to make breakfast. I have not even had my bath or brushed my teeth, so why was he saying I smell nice? "I probably reek of onion and curry, you know, condiments," I said with a chuckle.

"No, babe," Oliver buried his face between my breast and sniffed, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me to his body."

"What are you doing?" I asked amidst chuckle.

"I have smelled you thoroughly, and can't perceive any onion or s
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