C88 We don't talk about last night

That hug.

She didn't say anything and I was perfectly okay.

I'm not sure how I felt being wrapped around Tiffany's arms for so long, but it felt good.

She smelled like vanilla with a strong velvet mixed. I didn't want to leave her arms, at least not yet.

Our breathing patterned aligned and just when her chest was heaving, I could feel it and even hear it