ALLE
I'm annoyed that I'm not as annoyed as I should be by his statement.
Which is f*****g ridiculous because he just told me I'm covered in dirt like it's the most amusing thing he's seen all day—which, granted, he hasn't seen anything, but still. The principle stands.
I snort instead of snapping at him, taking a few deliberate steps backward. Creating distance. Space. Air that doesn't taste like him, that doesn't make my skin feel too tight and my thoughts scatter like birds startled into flight.
But it's not far enough. Even with several feet between us, my body still hums with wanting contact. Still leans toward him like a plant seeking sunlight.
Traitorous f*****g thing.
"Are you here looking for me?" Winter asks, not bothering to hide the surprise in his voice. Or the suspicion
