I hold her tightly against me while I carry her bride-style up the steps. She’s tall and thin, but with perfect fucking curves in all the right places. Her hair kicks up in my face as I adjust her, assaulting me with her delicious scent. I pull her in closer, liking the way she feels against me a little too much. What is that fragrance? A goddamn summer afternoon in the country with wind, wildflowers, and sun? It’s killing me not to bury my nose in her silky hair and breathe it in deeper.
