“Peppermint, right?” My attention snaps to where he stands by the kettle, an unwrapped box of peppermint tea held in his hand. My brows pinch, eyes bouncing between the box and his cautious look. “How did you…” “Come on, Eva.” He lets out a rough breath of a laugh. “You drank a giant thermos of it every class. The smell of peppermint and you became practically Pavlovian for me.” His smile is timid but automatic, and I have to look away, a painful rasp of emotion scoring down my throat.
