Emery’s pov.
My fingers fidgeted as I moved it round my necklace and I stared vividly at myself .
“Could it be—”
“Oh,f**k…no!” I thought. Despite the fact that Austin is waiting for me, I need to figure out what the f**k is wrong with me. I retouched my look before clicking the bathroom door open .
“Emery, what’s wrong?” Austin was already waiting in front of the bathroom for me .
“I feel fine. Maybe the hospital smell kind of hit me weird.”
But that’s not true, I definitely reacted to the smell of his perfume—but why? Deep down, my mind is spinning.
“That makes two of us,” he shrugged.
“But it sure hits you hard. You look pale,” he smirked.
“I didn’t mean to worry you, I’m okay now.” I avoided his eyes for a beat by straightening my blouse.
“It’s fine.” He didn’t look convince
