We're heading to the spot on a motorcycle, and you're the one driving.
For the occasion, you put on your best perfume, but unfortunately I'm terribly sensitive to it and I can't help but breathe it in as I hold on to you.
You can feel my breath, hitched and thick with congestion, increasing next to your ear, becoming heavier and heavier as I desperately try to resist, but it's no use.
I constantly sniffle and even wipe my cold wet nose on your shoulder but the itch is too much and I begin to sneeze, sometimes away and other times right on your back.
My chest is trembling and my nose is red, and I try to tell you the problem but unfortunately all of your hair is flying right into my face, preventing me to speak and also tickling my nose senseless, forcing in even more fragrance. I whimper and let out another powerful sneeze onto your nape.
By the time we arrive I'm quivering and barely able to breathe from my nose, hugging to you and weakly thanking you for finally stopping.
(PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE say yes >//<)