“You smell so good to me right now.” He was pushing his nose into my neck, warming my skin with his breath, sending chills down my arms. He squeezed me harder. “Look at me,” he breathed into my ear. I turned around and he gently grabbed my face, leaning his forehead to mine. “You’re everything to me. Do you know that?”
Yes, I know it. I forget it sometimes. But I know it.