Climbing

Quietly, she makes her way down the tree. Climbing stealthily like she’s done it a million times before – which she has.

He waits silently at the bottom, appreciating the view he gets. Smiling and holding his arms out when she jumps the last part of the way. She wipes he hands on the jeans and falls into his embrace, there’s the imprint of her teeth on her bottom lip.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers into her hair, inhaling mangos and a scent that’s uniquely hers.

“Me too,” she mumbles, tightening her grip on him slightly.