Harold gasped. A well-tanned brunette strolled out of the house. Her hair was in a ponytail to give her neck relief from the Caribbean warmth. Her khaki shorts and white T-shirt fit perfectly around her firm curves. Her dark eyes locked on to Harold, and he leaped out of the jeep. The vehicle rocked as it gave way to his escape. Time and space disappeared as he ran to her arms. He heard her grunt as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. Her firm, smooth neck felt like satin against his lips, and the distinct odor of coconut wafted into Harold’s nostrils.
In his ear, he heard her gasp, “I can’t breathe, darling.”
Harold quickly lowered her down and released his bear hug. “Sorry.”
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