Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

She smells like cinnamon and cookies and something familiar that hits me hard. The word that comes to mind is home. She smells like home.

Even now, when it’s early September and the leaves have barely started to hint at changing colors, there’s just something in the air. I swear, it’s like I can practically hear a chant: Fall! Fall! Fall! The air feels crisp, smells like smoke and pumpkin spice lattes, and the whole town seems to vibrate with the anticipation of cooler temperatures and some of the best fall foliage in the country.

I take a deep inhale, wishing there were some way to bottle this whole fall vibe up.

“Because if you were mine, I’d be sure everyone knows it. There would be no question in anyone’s mind.”