GRACE POV
*bad liar- Selena Gomez*
My heart was stomping in my chest.
Impossible speed.
The damn peppermint tea had clung to him, and now all I could smell was his woodsy cologne mixed with mint.
It was everywhere—on my skin, in my hair, in my lungs. It felt like the scent itself had wrapped around me, sneaking under my ribs and setting up camp.
I had to put the Jonas Brothers on just to keep my mind—and my mouth—busy.
Otherwise, I would have ended up with my tongue in his throat.
Yes. That bad.
I had it that bad in two f*****g days.
Okay, three. But still.
So much for my new “no male policy.”
Maybe I just needed to sleep with him once, get it out of my system.
A hookup and I’d be free. Free from this ridiculous, mind-warping attraction for a mountain of a man clearly plotting
