As I’m thinking that, she leans further, and her ass moves dangerously close to my crotch. I’m staring, unashamedly so, and I’m pretty damn sure she catches me when she turns around. She’s now facing me, close enough I can smell the sweet scent of shampoo or soap on her hair and skin. Vanilla. Coconuts. I fight the urge to press my lips to her skin and taste her.
