White Girl in Book Title.

I thought you liked sex type things, he says grinning. He pushes the cloth to my face.

Smell yourself, he says, you smell like spring.

I pull away.

You don’t like the smell of your pussy?, he asks me. He pulls the cloth to his nose. Inhales deeply.

You smell good today. You smell like spring, he says again, offering the cloth to me.

Yes. I love you, I think.