Sophie

As Matt takes my hand and leads me through his house, I fight the feeling that it is all a dream. His hand is warm and possessive. The scent of his cologne fills my nose with spice and the perfect amount of pine and musk. It's manly yet not overpowering. His broad shoulders are right in front of me, wider than I remembered, wider than any of the boys from my high school. I can still taste his kiss, sweet with a hint of alcohol, something strong ...