Wildflowers and flowers that carry a deep fragrance were preferable. XXX When her hip brushed my thigh as her lips grazed my neck, I knew we weren’t going to make it to the lighthouse that night. My feet aren’t even touching the table!” Then she would have flashed me her “Why do I even bother?” smirk, which I would have countered with my “But you know you love me” grin, and then she would have sauntered closer, trying to maintain a “Now you’re gonna get it, mister” pseudo-scowl. If I don’t run into her parents here, maybe I’ll call next week to say hi or something. But the top of the order is coming up to bat, so maybe we’ll get something going. My thoughts turn to the day ahead.
