His manly scent immediately assaults my senses, and I almost tell him to get the hell back out. I don’t want my baby smelling like boy—or at least that’s what I tell myself as my mouth begins to water. He’s the douchebag’s friend. Rein it in, Stella. “I’m Toby, by the way.” “Stella,” I say, instantly regretting it when his lips curl into a smirk. “But you already knew that.” “I would usually say that news about hot new girls spreads pretty quickly around here, but it seems you’re a bit of an enigma.”
