He heaves me to a wobbly stand and brushes me off, then leans close, sniffing. “You’re right, you do smell bad.” “Screw you,” I mutter, and he cocks a brow. “You wanted to kill me a moment ago. I can’t keep up.” I snort-laugh. “Don’t worry. Few can.”
Lolol why is he being kind of cute rn? Bc she reminds him of someone (past lover who is dead now)??
