I think I can breath now. All the tension is gone, replaced with that delicious high of pheromones. I turn my head and open my eyes. It looks like the closet exploded. I can’t help but smile at your boxers hanging off the tv. How did my bra end up over there? I can hear you breathing, still a little ragged. You sigh as I run my hand across your chest. Muscles flex when my nail grazes your nipple. My hand moves lower. Mmmm, you’re ready for the next round….