“Dear God, what is he doing?” she whisper-hissed, leaning close so only I could hear. I leaned down, my lips grazing her ear as the smell of vanilla and lavender flooded my senses. “I don’t know, but maybe it’s time we make sure he realizes you aren’t available. Well, that’s pending how you want to pull this off.” Her eyes widened when she pulled back, and she gave me the slightest nod. She leaned against me, and I wrapped an arm around her on instinct. It was so easy. Far too easy.
