Her hands move to my neck, then up to my scalp where her nails rake through my hair, earning a groan of pleasure that makes her chuckle. I break the kiss and drop my head to her shoulder. “That feels really good.” “You have good hair,” she whispers. “I found a gray one earlier tonight,” I say, and she chuckles. “Old man,” she whispers. “Nerd,” I whisper back. She wraps her arms around me, her knees still bracketing my waist, and I relax into the best hug I’ve gotten in years.
