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My arm is asleep, but I won’t dare move it. Skye smells like flowers. Not the store-bought cheap ones either. A deep floral scent that I’m desperate to inhale at any moment. Her hair mixes that floral scent with coconut and pineapple from her shampoo and curl cream.
She drifted off to sleep shortly after nuzzling into my chest. She fit perfectly against me. I didn’t even care about the small drool coming from her or the slight snoring. She was perfect. She was mine. I didn’t want to let her go anytime soon. I kept stealing a moment for myself, kissing the top of her head.
Her arm wrapped around my waist lazily, grazing the edge of my shorts. I had let my freehand fall on her arm, settling into her warmth. I want to bask in her warmth, in her scent.
I fell in love with her the mo
