0003: The Scent of Him
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0003: The Scent of Him
He-Man squeezes Everly’s elbow, snapping her back to reality.
He’s saying something, but his deep voice drowns in the loud bass of the speakers before it can reach her ears.
Everly leans closer.
Even in the swirl of sticky-smelling latex and the prickly scent of fake wigs, Everly can smell him. Rustic, inviting, like the inside of a sauna.
Tempting, Everly thinks, to take his hand, lift it over her head, and wrap herself under his slick, salty arm. To allow herself to be ushered through the surrounding insanity. Blissfully free from worrying about the moment ahead of this moment or the moment ahead of the next.
Is that what happened to her roommate? Did she find a delinquent wizard to take her back to his place and perform magic tricks of one sort or another. She better not have.
He-man’s breath strokes the outside of Everly’s ear. The heat of his mouth buzzes into her chest and she allows her eyes to drift across his strong shoulders. She savors a vision of him before she lowers her eyes and ducks to the side. “Excuse me.”
Not here to get a date. Here to get the heck out of here.
Even if she wanted to, she’d never allow herself to run off with a handsome stranger. Bad things happen when she has fun...
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Written by Michelle Lang
Image by Mid Journey
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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright 2024 Michelle Lang