“My woman can’t go out without wearing something outrageous,” he murmurs and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me to him so that my back collides with his chest, his strong embrace almost chaining me to him. “And it matches the ring on your finger. I thought about earrings, but no one would have seen those with this fucking gorgeous hair of yours.” He breathes in its scent. “Your smell reminds me of the most fragrant of flowers that I can’t help but want to drown in it.”
