Stepping out of the home, Brandon stretched his arms, glancing up at the morning sky.
The sky was a clear, endless blue, with a few lazy clouds drifting.
He lowered his arms and turned toward the open garage, where Ravene stood beside the black SUV car with its trunk popped up.
She was bent slightly over an ice chest, arranging bottles with her dark hair tied in a loose ponytail that swayed with her movements.
She wore a simple cropped tank top and shorts hugging her curves perfectly.
He walked up behind her quietly, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.
His hands didn't stay innocent for long, as one hand slipped upward under her tank top, cupping her breast and squeezing gently.
"Ravene…" he murmured against her ear.
She leaned back into him immediately, a soft smile curving her lips as she tilted her head "Oh, birthday boy," she teased.
"Or should I say birthday man now that you're all grown up and twenty-two?"
