Zach’s in my face, wrapping me in a hug. His scent is in my nose, and my heart lodges in my throat. My skin crawls as he embraces me and our ears brush. A repulsed shiver rolls down my back. This is nothing like when I touch Jamie. It’s cold and stiff, and the second Zach lets me go, I back away—straight into Jamie.
back the fuck up rn
