I want to shout every single word I’ve had to keep bottled up all week so that by the end, the walls would blush, but I just don’t have the energy. Being around him zaps it right out of me. I have to be on, aware, and mentally present at all times. He keeps me on my toes, and my toes are tired, and I should not have collapsed onto this bunk because it smells like Ethan. It’s a smell I can’t quite categorize. Normally scents are either good or bad. Some thrust you right back to a favorite memory, like freshly sharpened pencils and elementary school. Ethan’s scent—masculine, woodsy, fresh—makes
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