JAYDEN
I ease the car to a slow stop in front of Freya's apartment building. She's in the passenger seat, staring at the massive building block with wonder. I smirk a little, pleased that she likes the exterior and hoping that she would love the interior as well.
I watch her fumble for her seatbelt and curse as it becomes trapped. I allow her to fumble before leaning over and undoing it for her.
After I unlatch the now-tangled seatbelt, I hear her take a breath. I am unsure if it is in relief or because I am so close to her. If it is the latter, I can relate.
Because, like with every other time I come too close to her, I feel every inch of me light up with awareness. The alluring perfume of vanilla and cinnamon with citrus undertones, as well as the reflection of window light on her
