“Who did this?” He questions, pointing to the house. “Was it one of those two idiots? Don't you dare lie. I can tell when you’re lying to me,” He takes a step closer. Unlike everyone else who has been this close, I don’t want him away from me. His scent engulfs my nose with notes of cinnamon and oak. I want to yank him down to me, exploring his face with my hands. I wonder if it’s as satisfying to touch as it is to look at.
