She burst through the front door of her parents' house and promptly went upstairs to take another shower to wash the sweat and the other man's scent off her. Even though she knew she might have been hallucinating, it felt like the man's scent was all over her skin. She scrubbed, brushed, and exfoliated until her skin was bright red and tender. Only then did she dare to jump out of the shower and get dressed for the day.
She might not have been able to smell the harsh, sexy, judgmental man anymore, but he was still at the forefront of her mind. Even though she desperately wanted to smack the jerk, she was ecstatic that he was not her aunt's boyfriend.
At least this was a man she could drool over without feeling slightly guilty and angry for the passes he made at her. She desperately
