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She says it’s lavender perfume. She spritzes it into her soft palm and anoints the crook of your neck until you smell like her on the surface, and now you’re lavender too.
"You said that a rose was a different type of flower on your planet."
You’re the only light in the room – you’re white, setting her into pale contrast. You cast her aglow. You loop your arms around her waist and hope that you’ll never have to let go.
"Yes, and it smells nice too, but I don’t have any on hand at the moment," her lips purse.
"Maybe one of the others captchalogued a rose."
"Perhaps."