Cinnamon. The sweet smell lingered in the air, crawled to her nostrils, entwined in her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock at the nightstand – 7am. “What the hell!” She was probably dreaming. She turned, ready to snuggle down next to Peter’s warm body, but he was gone. “Pete...
Then he saw her. Victoria’s hair was styled differently—big, glossy locks in a half updo. He liked it. He knew she would turn any second and meet his eager eyes. The black skirt she wore enfolded her thighs, and the sight sent unexpected warmth through his body. She turned on her heels as if sens...