Seventh Times the Charm

The first time he kissed me I tasted of scotch. I tasted like scotch a lot. But he never minded because he liked scotch. 

The first time I said, "I love you," was with slurring words pushed through the breathy scent of whisky.  I didn't even remember it in the morning, but he knew I meant each syllable. He always said, "drunken words are sober thoughts." 

The second and third time I smelled of whisky, too. Or was it scotch- could've been brandy, I can't quite remember.

It was same for the fourth. 

And the fifth. 

And the sixth. 

But by the seventh, I only smelled of shampoo and he said I tasted like brown sugar. 

And he didn't mind because he liked brown sugar, too.