FIA
“What are you doing here?” I asked Jett, trying to keep my voice steady, and he looked at me with unreadable eyes. “I came to see Avel.” I opened my mouth to say Avel was not home, but Jett interrupted, "And you."
My throat tightened and I swallowed hard, becoming acutely aware of everything. How close he was, how warm the hallway felt, and how my voice was not nearly as strong as I wanted it to be when I said, "Avel's not here. And I’m busy.”
I didn’t even ask what he wanted to see me about. I couldn’t. A voice in my head snapped, ‘What are you doing? You wanted to talk to him.’ And I did. But how was I supposed to talk to him when I couldn’t even look at him without my eyes roaming?
He smelled so good, fresh with hints of something earthy and fruity, and clean enough to make you
