Merrick carried my large, neon-blue suitcase into the bedroom. I was sure my mom had packed it since she’d used my old suitcases from back when twelve-year-old Hazel was obsessed with neon colors. She loved neon- obsessed Hazel, and teased me with neon colors all the time now that I mainly wore black.
“I didn’t know I had pheromones,” I said.
“Probably because you’ve never used them.” He shot me a wry grin. “Because you’re a woman, yours won’t kick in until you want to attract me.”
“Sounds like bullshit,” I remarked. I was pretty sure that if I had pheromones, they already would’ve been working on the guy—I was definitely attracted to him.
“If you’re not willing to test it, you can’t call bullshit.” He unzipped my suitcase.
“It’s bold to assume I’ll be staying here long enough to unpa
