I should’ve walked away after the fight. Should’ve let it go once I pulled Val out of it, once I stood there like an i***t with my hand folded across his chest, heart hammering so loud it hurt my ears. But I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
The second I yanked the brute of him, something shifted. Not just in the air, not just in the room. In me.
Val’s scent hit me like lightning. Earthy. Warm. Wrong for a male.
Too familiar.
And now it won’t leave me the hell alone.
I’m pacing the hallway outside the training room, the sharp sting of sweat and testosterone clinging to my clothes. I didn’t even spar.
Just stood there, watching Val dodge hits like it was instinct. Like he knew every move before it came.
But what has my stomach in knots is that damn scent.
I lean against the wall, pinch the bridge
