Hazel's POV
When my eyes met his I freezed, not sure of which way to react.
He was not meant to come back together according to what Jane told me earlier but here he is staring and drawing me into those beautiful blue eyes.
I was surprised that I couldn't recognize his scent to warn me before he entered, maybe I was too focused on the weaving I was doing.
Jane had thought me how to weave after seeing how bored and out of place I felt, it was therapeutic as each time I set down my eyes concentrating in putting those tiny treads into the next line, I would forget my worries. Just like I did now without even recognizing his scent untill he entered inside.
His scent clouded my sense and I can't deny the fact that it was calming, it always is. My heartbeat spiked up and I ran out of words
