2 - You’re Hot
Mia
“And wrong answer, princess.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he neared me, his tall height looming over me. He seemed so put together, I hated it. Absolutely loathed it. I was soaked from my head to toe and my shoes squelched when I moved while he looked untouched from the rain. There I was looking like a wet sock while wearing wet socks, and he looked like he just walked out of an Abercrombie cover shoot.
“W-what are you going to do?” I did not mean to stutter. Stuttering was for the weak, but I’d be lying if I said his closeness didn’t affect me. And he smelt so, so good. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff. Even ask about the cologne he used so I could buy it like a little creep and spray it all over my bed and roll around in it.
Yep. There wa
