My girlfriend's alone time is her secret, her sanctuary. She thinks I'm away, but I'm not. I catch her scent, my perfume, wafting from our bedroom. I find her, legs spread, fingers dancing on her wet, pink folds. She's found pleasure in my absence, in my smell. Her eyes widen as she sees me, then soften as she realizes I'm not angry. I watch, captivated, as she continues, her touch gentle yet firm, her breath hitching as she nears her peak.