“What are you doing?” Her voice was soft and yet it struck through the silence like a knife.
“I…” Nathan dropped the lingerie into the box like it burned him. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Rosie’s steps were slow. She walked in, her eyes moving from him to the box. “I just saw you rummaging through my things. You were sniffing them.”
His face was hot. “That wasn’t what I was doing. I was checking the fabric!”
“How am I supposed to buy that?” Her voice was still soft, but now teasing. “Do you like the smell of my clothes, Nathan?”
“It’s just a material,” he said blandly. “It smells like factory made clothes, not your skin.”
She stopped by his side, her body nearly brushing his. Nathan moved unconsciously towards her, her green eyes drawing him in.
“But you don’t know the scent of my skin,” s
