Her eyes drifted shut as he traversed her skin, seemingly taking more in than he usually did. She would never forget how he felt her up the first night, her smooth skin and his calloused hands. Sweet and rough. Abi hooked her leg up over his thigh and kissed his neck, her head deep in Paris.
"Then we'll be useless people together and make something good out of it," she muttered. "Like we should."