Almost instantly I realized I shouldn’t jerk away from him, because the situation would be slightly less mortifying if I pretended I’d known it was Adam all along. His low voice vibrating through my body, he asked his friends, “Have you been watching the Braves? Awesome pitcher or what?” What heaven if my whole summer could be like this. I snuggled against him, nose close to his warm, scented chest, and enjoyed a few more seconds of this tingling paradise.
A woodsy scent with undertones of musk and gunpowder. He smelled even better than usual, too, just a hint of cologne. As if a greeting like this from me were the most natural thing in the world. I felt him nodding at something one of the other guys said about baseball, but he didn’t say a word to me or anyone. He slipped his arm around my waist and drew me closer against his warm body.
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