Chapter 17
Matt
Shelby’s bed smelled exactly like her: the Ralph Lauren perfume she wore, the shampoo she used in her hair, and the strawberry scented body lotion she loved from Bath and Body Works. After ten years it was all the same. So much had changed, but yet so much had stayed the same.
Entwining my hands behind my neck, I lied back on her pillows and watched her while she slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. When her hair swayed to the side, I could see the telltale signs of the moon and star tattoo that she got on her shoulder when we turned eighteen. Shelby’s skin was always so soft, smooth, and naturally golden without even having to go into the sun. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher so I co
