Trace stood behind her and spread his palms across her bare upper back, then he eased them down her sides. “You’re so small.” His hands wrapped around her waist, nearly spanning it. “And you smell so good…” He pressed his cheek against her hair and took a deep breath. “Flowers.”
Macy wished she could tell him the name of her perfume, wished she could say anything, but her thoughts flowed muzzy and thick like honey. When she leaned back slightly, she found him there, his his hard chest pressing against her back.
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