I felt Kyle’s arms tense around me in response to my softly emitted sounds. He took a deep breath in, and when he spoke once more his voice had a new roughness to it. “You smell wonderful, Miss Noa.”
“It’s the same soap I always use,” I said with a smile.
“Exactly.” He laughed lightly as his lips pressed against my neck, and I could feel the lazy curve of his smile against my skin. “Why does the same scent always seem sweeter when it comes from you?”
