CHAPTER 34
Troy
I TOLD MYSELF that I’d be good. That I’d try to be friendly and polite. And that would start with zero dirty remarks around Ana.
Shockingly, I’ve already failed.
It’s her damn strawberry scent. Always lingering from her silky hair. Dancing all over her skin. The same one that shook my universe when we first met, when we were little kids, and her hair was still damp when she arrived at school that day.
It was my first day of first grade, to be exact.
Ana waltzed right past me as the school bell had rung, and all of a sudden, the air smelled like the sweetest strawberries.
The addicting berry scent has followed me since, bursting nostalgia every time I come across a trace of it.
It feels even stronger on her now. More intoxicating than I ever remember it being.
And it’s making me say dumb shit that I’d never dare say to her before.
Before I ever had the chance to be this close to her.
The track fades in the studio as I’m left with the softness of her skin clasped around my neck, like a damn necklace I don’t ever want to take off.
“Ana?” I say, watching the desire glow beneath her full lashes.
“Yeah?” she says.
Those eyes. They still make me trip over my words.
Look at me. I can’t even think of a comeback anymore. Not when she’s looking at me like that.
I swallow. “Nothing.”
Shit. Get it together.