The smell of fresh mint from his mouthwash, mixed with Asher¹s characteristic scent, is slightly intoxicating. Oh God, why does he have to smell so good? I gulp when I feel the mattress behind me depress from his weight. He slides in behind me, pressing his body especially close to mine, his hot breath on my neck. His knuckles brush down the side of my cheek. “Good night Angel,” he whispers. Oh shit. In hindsight this may not have been a wise choice. The warmth of him, the comfort of his arm draped around my middle is overwhelming. My nipples respond to his arm being wrapped around my waist. A slight shift of his arm higher and Asher will know for himself the reaction I am having to him. I tell myself not to be embarrassed. It¹s nothing, just a natural female reaction to being in close proximity to a beautiful man who is not only good to look at, but smells good, too.
Misha Elliott is an old movie watching, wine drinking, book-lover. Once a northerner she now calls the sweet state of Alabama her home. She can’t remember a time when books weren’t a part of her life. Writing gives her a reason to talk to the voices in her head. When she isn’t writing you will find her talking about books with friends or at the beach with her toes in the sand.
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