It was a mistake. Offering Nox a spare room in my cabin was a f*****g mistake!
My body is a f*****g Judas that's ready to betray me any second now. His scent is everywhere, a warm, citrusy haze that clings to every fabric, every breath I take.
Even when I bury my face in my closet, desperate for the familiar scent of strawberries, I still smell that damn citrus!
It's intoxicating, insidious, and it's driving me insane.
Another thing that makes me near lose my mind around him is the fact that he's so tender with and around me. There’s no way anyone wouldn't fall for that.
His movements are gentle, his gaze soft. His voice isn't all that strong, just a gentle hum when it's just us, a low rumble at night, like he doesn't want to disrupt the silence outside.
How can I keep living lik
