The weight of her hand in mine reverberated through me, rattling my bones, shaking my soul, and just like every other time I’ve touched her, I felt like the only thing right in my world was her. Every scent, her jasmine-soaked skin. Every color, the amber of her eyes, and the rich mahogany of her complexion. Every sound, the sweet, melodic lilt of her voice. Every beat of her heart, my reason for breathing.
