Having Paisley Parish in his arms was a smorgasbord of sensory memories. The scent of her hair was somehow the same and different from the first time he’d danced with her, after she’d laid one on him that long-ago homecoming. He’d fallen a little bit in love and a whole lot of l**t with her that night. She was bold and fun and fearless in a way he’d always admired the hell out of. And the two and a half years after had done nothing but sink him deeper.
The silky feel of her skin where her slim hand wrapped around his made him remember those hands. Tucked in his as they took long walks down by the river. Skimming over his cheeks, his shoulders, his chest, and lower as they explored every inch of each other on a warm September night in the back of his truck, as the fireflies winked. He’d th
