When I look up, I have to crane my neck to meet his eyes. I’m only 5’2” and this guy is at least six feet. I practically bounced off him. Then the scent hits me. I inhale deeply, struggling to keep my body and my face under control. This man smells like bourbon, spicy cloves, and honey. It reminds me of warming myself on a cold winter morning, and my heart starts to race in a way it never has before.
