Chapter 56 Creaming Smell

• "You smell of Shea butter!" I murmured into her ear as we swayed together, encapsulated in our own little world, like a porcelain couple enclosed in a glass dome. We were so close that her breath warmed my body, and mine did the same to hers. My fingers traced patterns on her back as though it were a vertical keyboard, and I was the pianist delicately playing my tunes, ascending and descending her spine.
• "Perhaps because I showered with Shea butter soap," she chuckled softly, her breath brushing against my chest.
• "I quite enjoyed it," I smirked.