"Yeees I do. Noooow come here. Come into my arms."
When I realized that i***t had no intention of coming back over, I decided to make the first move myself.
Like that old saying goes, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad, Muhammad goes to the mountain... or something like that, right?
Yeeeah.
Unfortunately, I wasn't expecting my legs to feel like they were made of pink Play-Doh that smelled like cookies, because I barely took one step before I started diving straight toward the floor.
Whoaaaaa.
I was falling with styyyyle.
Yes, with styyyyle.
Easton's hands caught me by the waist just in time.
I took advantage of it, wrapped my arms around him, and buried my face in his neck.
"Are you smelling me?" he asked, amused.
"I love the way you smell."
I looked up at him and smiled.
