“That sounds like even I won’t be able to screw it up with my horrible sense of direction.” Connor shook his head, grinning. “Give me your phone.” I reached into my bag and grabbed my cell, handing it to him. As he leaned over to take it, his nostrils flared, and his eyes widened. “Whoa.” My brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” He coughed, pulling back. “Nothing. You just, uh, smell really good.” I blushed. “Uh, thanks.”
