Roxy wraps her strong arms around me and I bury my face into the crook of her neck.

I fit into her in all the right places.

I inhale like I’m preparing to go to sleep, taking in her scent and tucking the bridge of my nose into right where her neck meets her shoulder.

The fabric of her ribbed turtleneck brushes softly on my skin, but I bet her skin is softer.

Roxy leans the side of her face against the crown of my head, and I swear it ...