Lana
The clothes smelled like him, and I stood there behind the door, pressing them to my nose, and sniffing them like I was some creep.
Don’t throw stones at me, but pardon me for thinking about him like this. He reminded me of Logan in a lot of ways. Although, I would admit, sniffing his clothes like this didn’t remind of him. He doesn’t really smell like him so… it wasn’t Logan I was thinking of when I breathed him in. It was Landon, the clean, woodsy scent that was entirely his. Comforting. Dangerous. The kind of smell that made me ache in places I shouldn’t, made me realize just how different he was, and how much that difference pulled at me.
I bit my lower lip, before pushing off the door to walk to the mirror. Grabbing a wet wipes from my purse, I pulled one out and cleaned my f
