Taking her hands in mine, I gently guide her into me. She comes willingly, dragging her ass about it though, and I wrap my arms around her. She smells nice, intoxicating—like vanilla and cinnamon and coffee. When she carefully slips her arms around my middle and lays her cheek over my heart, I find out she feels nice too. Warm and soft, like when my mom used to microwave my underwear on those extra-cold east coast winter mornings.
