Connor presses his lips to Lani’s forehead and runs his fingers through her hair that he has released from its hairband, all those times that he stroked the glass of that photo imagining that he was stroking her hair, all the times that he thought he could remember the softness, he wasn’t even close, nothing is like this, there is nothing softer in the world, there is nothing more fragrant, there is nothing better. No matter how great his imagination is he was still only stroking cold glass, feeling those white blonde tendrils between his large fingers is so amazing.
“I can’t believe the goddess finally got it right”
Leilani's finger runs around Connor's defined pectoral muscle. It amazes her how much he has grown and strengthened in the time that they have been apart. He was already a
