“And yeah,” Jackson says, his voice humming with a little apology that he has to break it to me like this, “I’m having a little trouble getting in the mood to rip your clothes off when I can smell your other mate all over you.”
When Jackson lowers me to the ground this time I put my feet down and consent to stand on my own.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, shaking my head and taking a step away, mortified, dipping my face into my hands again. Because of course I smell of Luca – he has been all over me tonight. Holding me, hugging me, making out with me, putting his hands all over me. “Jackson, I’m so sorry –“
“It’s fine,” he says, laughing a little, reaching out and pulling my hands away from my face. I look up at him with my blush still on my cheeks, my eyes apologetic. “Honestly, Ariel, I don’
