All he does is smirk, then he reaches for a strand of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Do you want to smell it? It smells like strawberries!” He brings my hair to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes. I freeze when he pulls me in for a hug. It’s a big hug. He’s holding the back of my head to his chest and sniffing my hair. I giggle when he brushes his fingers through it.
What are we doing
