Warm Sun And Soft Skin
It’s warm and the window is open. Her dress is light and close to transparent. Much like me.
When she whispers in my ear, I remember why we’ve never so much as kissed. I also know that’s going to change.
“I promise I’ll never tell anyone.”
I turn her face towards mine and she smells of Chanel. The scent rushes through me, bringing back a…