Re: [Sonrisa]
[She smelled like grease and wind and sweat, and Cris tucked his nose to the toppa Sam's head, laying a kiss on crown. He huffed out his nose a sounda pleasure, a rumble in his chest and throat, and he pressed Sam to him with hands low on her back. He looked down, his chin to chest, and that dumb lil brush tapping under the gringa's chin.] I missed you, nena.