She held the box under my chin. I poked my nose in the Celestial Seasonings package hoping for a clue about what to expect from the Blueberry Zinger. Instead I inhaled a lingering whiff of hand soap. The smell of skin and soap seem much more interesting than the aroma of the tea, so I took her hand and pulled it closer.
Her skin was warm and dry and I turned her hand so I could explore the innerside of her wrist with my nose and mouth.
Oh, she breathed, and dropped the box of tea to cup my face . . .