I climbed the steps, shifted the chocolate box to balance on top of my coffee jelly cup, freed up one hand, and knocked.
The door opened fast. Like she'd been standing right behind it waiting.
Aurora wore a cropped white sweater that ended three inches above her navel and grey lounge shorts that had no business being that short on legs that had no business being that long. Her orange hair was down, loose, falling past her shoulders in waves that caught the string lights and turned copper and gold. No shoes. Bare feet on hardwood. Toenails painted dark red to match the lipstick she'd put on for a night in.
She didn't say hello.
She grabbed the front of my leather jacket with one hand, pulled me through the doorway, went up on her toes, and kissed me.
