matters.” She opens her arms. “Give me one of those melty hugs where you bury your face in my hair and huff me, hoping for some kind of contact high.” I curve myself around her, and she does the same. I burrow through her hair and shove my nose against her neck. “I really love the way you smell.” “I really love that you love the way I smell.” When I pull back, I circle her throat with my hand and brush my nose against hers.
