Sophie
As Matt takes my hand and leads me through his house, I fight the feeling that it is all a dream. His hand is warm and possessive. The scent of his cologne fills my nose with spice and the perfect amount of pine and musk. It's manly yet not overpowering. His broad shoulders are right in front of me, wider than I remembered, wider than any of the boys from my high school. I can still taste his kiss, sweet with a hint of alcohol, something strong and intoxicating. And I hear his shoes upon the marble steps as we move up the huge staircase. Yet I feel as though I'm floating. His feet are hitting the floor, but I have to look down to be sure mine are too.
How can this be happening to me?
Before I can overthink it, Matt opens two large doors to the biggest bedroom I've ever seen. Th
