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I knocked on Harmaya's door, the faint scent of vanilla slipping through the cracks, instantly reminding me of her. She had just gotten off work and texted me to come over. That wasn't unusual—I usually came by after work anyway—but her texting me to come? That was different.
The door swung open, and there she was, standing in one of those Skims sets. Before I could even get a word out, I pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground as she squealed softly. Her legs wrapped around my waist without hesitation.
"Blessing!" she laughed, her arms looping around my neck.
"What?" I smirked, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind me.
I carried her into the living room, dropping onto the couch with her still in my lap. She didn't move away, her fingers immediately tracing lazy circles on the back of my neck like it was second nature.
"How was work?" I asked, pressing soft kisses across her face, lingering just long enough to make her laugh.
