He laughs and leans away from me, but not before the air around him shifts and I catch his cologne. He smells like the ocean, salt and sunshine and coconuts, and my chest swells. I turn my head and stare at him, facing off with those gray eyes. “What kind of cologne is that? Eau de fish?” He looks at his nails. “It reeks.” It’s freaking divine.
This is my favorite trope. Being mean to each other......something is wrong with me
