Just a Short Hop

Just a Short Hop

Part I

Eileen snuggled in close, her perfume was an intoxicating scent from an extinct flower called a Jasmine. She whispered platitudes that only true lovers share before having to be separated for an extended period. Eileen had a way of making me feel her words. If she said the word pain, my body would suddenly hurt. When she told me that she loved me, I could feel all the tingles and warmth of the first moment we kissed.

Her red hair brushed the side of my neck as she whis...