He smells like summer

The sight of him holding the beige paper hit a nerve somewhere in me.

It wasn’t love at first sight, at least not for me. It felt more like reading a new book, every page pulling me deeper. Falling for him was a slow liberation, an invitation into a safe haven. It was like being enveloped in a tight, comforting hug, his arms wrapping around me with love, his kisses warming my heart to its very centre.