Mr. M's Jacket

So he left it in my office on purpose.

So I took it home to smell it. I wasn't smelling it in a "oooo, I-love-me-some-him" kinda way, but in a "he-is-so-silly-he-makes-me-laugh-so-hard" kinda way.

His jacket smelled like Burberry cologne (which reminds me, I am returning the Burberry rain boots tomorrow).

I took his jacket home.
Laid it on my bed.
I smelled his jacket.