"Let's see it, big guy. What's the big secret?" I'm distracted by how fucking good she smells. Cookies, vanilla and cinnamon, and her. I can't explain it but it's everything her. "You're too distracting, I can't focus on my secret," I whisper, dropping my forehead against hers. She sucks in a sharp inhale, but leans further into me, pressing her side into mine. "And you're dangerous, Finn Mayberry," she whispers raggedly.
