God, I hated flying. By the time my Uber from the airport arrived home, I was so exhausted that I thought I might just collapse in a heap as soon as I got out of the car, right next to the mailbox. But as the car rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my lovely fiancé sitting on our porch swing and I knew I was going to be just fine. He hurried over to the Uber, helping the driver with my luggage while I double-checked I hadn’t left anything in the backseat. Then the Uber drove off and it was just the two of us, embracing under the fragrant flowering jasmine arch my love had planted over the front gate when we had first moved in here. The floral perfume of a jasmine cluster was one of my favourite scents in the world, and it hung heavy and sweet in the night air, enveloping us in a delectable bubble of peace and passion.
