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

by Emma St. Clair

Logan steps way too close to me as the doors slide shut behind him. I hold my breath, knowing my weakness for any and all male-scented products. Cologne. Deodorant. Aftershave. I’m a sucker for them all. Logan’s scent is unidentifiable, but spicy and masculine and definitely yummy.

have an as yet unproven theory that people who love running are actually some kind of alien race dressed in human skin suits. It’s the only logical explanation.