Your aura smells like sex.
I’ve been standing in front of their door for the last fifteen minutes. Knocking feels ridiculous and impossible. It doesn’t help that I’m in a fucking trench coat with only my cutest pair of bra and panties on.
Which isn’t saying much because I’m at a women’s retreat, so full-bottomed chartreuse cotton undies and an old black bra were the best I had.
And yet, despite that, here I stand, believing in myself more than I’ve ever believed in anything else. Because I keep trying to knock.
Even though I haven’t pulled the trigger.
“I’ve got this,” I breathe out.
Thank god they live a short walk from the main house because if anybody witnessed this, I’d die.
Hesitantly, I lift my hand, only to drop it again with a groan before I turn around. Really just pivoting so I’m right back where I left off.
Dammit. Just knock on the damn door.
Courage. I could use a shot of it.
I reach into the pocket of my trench coat (I’m so glad I packed everything I owned) and pull out my phone, scrolling through the group chat.
Mille: You’ve got this.
Eleanor: Main character vibes.
Samantha: Just breathe and remind yourself it’s okay to want this.
Moon: Your aura smells like sex. Get it in.
I don’t even want to know how someone’s aura smells like sex, but I’ll take it. The phone goes back in my pocket before I stare at the door again.I’mgoing to knock. Right now. Here I go.
Two more seconds of nothing, and I drop my head.
Fuck.What is wrong with me? I want this. I do.
I like them, they’re hot. They want me, I want them.
Although I don’t really know them… They could be completely illiterate or listen to Joe Rogan. Which is kind of the same thing.
With a frown, I drag my phone back, opening my Notes app. The thing Samantha suggested to me so that I could keep all my questions organized once my brain gets fried by lust.
I purse my lips, wiggling them back and forth as I try to word my question.
“Mmm,” I hum before whispering to myself, “Fan of any podcasts? Specifically ones by short guys with tiny dicks?”
“No,” a deep voice levels.
I scream and almost drop my phone before I clutch it to my chest.Jesus.
Wells is smiling at me.
“You,” I say breathlessly, “are always doing that to me. I didn’t even hear the door open.”
He leans out of the doorway, clutching each side of the jamb.
“And you are always in your own world, not paying attention. But I’m glad I have it now. You’re right on time.”
I blink back into his green eyes as I lick my lips, not knowing what to say until I frown. “I was going to knock. I meant to…”
