88 Breeze Kissed

Alexandra remembered when her and Freiherr just met, the few moments when they were getting to know each other. She thought about it as they stared at the sky, taking the night's air. She felt the softest breeze on her cheek, like the touch of a kitten’s fur, like the beat of a butterfly’s wing. “He treats me like a baby when we’re alone.” Alexandra smiled. It pleased her in a way she had never been pleased before. She closed her eyes against the brightness of the summer sun. She felt the gentle breeze once more like the softness of silk. Her fingers tingled. Again, there was the whisper of the breeze. It reminded her of a particular day, a day that she loved so much and wanted to relive. It reminded her of when she made out with Freiherr during summer on a deserted road. She wanted something like that again. “If I could just get a reminder of how I felt that day. Mhmm!” Pleasure enwrapped her. Without intent, her shoulders curled, cuddled her neck as a thrill moved th