Sound carries so easily through the house so once we’re alone, I’m careful not to make a sound as I scoop her up, wrapping her legs around my body as I carry her to my bedroom. “What are you doing?” she whispers. I press her roughly against the wall and shove my face into the crook of her neck. I love the way she smells so much it hurts, but right now her scent carries too much from the pub of beer and other people’s breath, so I tear her shirt off her body.
