“Her favourite smell” by Olga Guniavaia

Jane loves the smell of lavender;
her mom used to pick these flowers and decorate a dining table with them.
She smiles broadly towards Tom, hugs him, burying her nose in his strong chest. He strokes her slender back gently, but does it so carefully, as if afraid to break, as if she were a porcelain doll.
“I have been waiting for you for half an hour,” she whispers in an insinuating voice, rising on her toes and burning his cheek with her breath.
“I have been waiting for you all my conscious life,” he says, peeling back. - “The plane leaves in ten minutes, we should hurry.“

Jane loves the smell of fresh pastries; her grandmother always preferred to bake muffins herself – she never trusted maids.
He reserved seats next to the window; he knows she loves watching clouds while in the sky. Helping his bride to sit down, Tom hears a short laugh.
“I'm pregnant, not helpless, darling,” the girl says. Perky lights dance in her green eyes. “The gestational age is still small, and you no longer allow me to do the most ordinary things.”
“I would carry you to the plane in my arms, but you always forbid me to do this,” Tom smiles, in love, sitting down next to her. “I'm still crazy for you.”

Jane loves the smell of new technology; her father always told her that the new is better than the old, though friends are an exception.
She falls asleep: her breathing becomes quiet and rhythmic, her thick eyelashes tremble slightly. Since she and Tom moved to his home town, she has been tormented by nightmares.
Tom carefully examines every line of his love’s face, as if afraid to forget even the most insignificant detail. She smiles ghostly in a dream, his lips vault involuntarily in a soft smile: she finally sees a good dream.

Jane loves the smell of chocolate; she has a terrible allergy to it, nevertheless, the weakness for this delicate aroma does not decrease in any way. Why?

She wakes up in an hour. Tom never ceases to be surprised: they’ve been together for so many years, but his heart still skips a beat every time she smiles.

“What's wrong?” she asks calmly, yawning. “You’re giving me a level look.”
He shakes his head, smiling faintly.
“I love you,” he exhales, running his long fingers through her blonde hair.
“And I love you,” she says, and snuggling harder, eagerly inhales her favorite smell.
 Jane loves the smell of chocolate, because that is how the love of her whole life smells.