“Why do you smell so good?” he asks, still smiling as he avoids my question. He leans in again, leaves light kisses along my jawline, under my chin. “It’s making me crazy.” “I’ve been stealing your soaps,” I tell him. He raises his eyebrows at me. “Sorry.” I feel myself blush. “Don’t feel bad,” he says, serious so suddenly. “You can have anything of mine you want. You can have all of it.”
