Skylar.
The alluring sandalwood scent from Conrad's t-shirt filled my nose as I put it on. I got a cosy feeling, it felt as though he was wrapped around me.
I'd almost forgotten about the crisis that I'd just set loose.
Stepping out of the dressing room, I watched Conrad, sitting at the edge of his king-sized bed with his chin resting on his palm.
My heart skipped seeing him like that, knowing I was the cause of his distress.
I walked up to him, placing my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me.
“You haven't said anything.” I pointed out, sounding more worried than I wanted to.
Conrad sighed and just shrugged. His eyes avoided mine.
“At first I thought I was mistaken, that's why I didn't tell you at first. But I've been feeling it all day and believe me when I say it's strong.
