Page 4 of Snowed In Sucker
Instead of answering, I scoot myself closer and hold out my wrist, gesturing for him to smell. His eyes widen in understanding. Landon leans forward and smells my wrist. Warmth surges through me at the gesture. I can’t remember ever allowing someone to scent me. It’s intimate. It’s special. It’s completely stealing my breath.
I’ve never felt anything like this before about another person.
“Oh,” he whispers, pulling back. “You’re a shifter.”
I nod my head. “So are you.”
“Yeah. You smell like the ocean.”
“You smell like the forest.”
The tension in my chest breaks as Landon smiles. “I’m a wolf.”
“Octopus,” I tell him.
“That must be hard,” Landon says softly. “Living so far from the ocean.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I have a giant bathtub and sometimes I go swim in the river. It’s not the same but it’s close enough.”
“Wow. Who would have thought? We live so close and never even realized! I wonder if anyone else around here is a shifter. We could have our own little commune.”
I clear my throat. “The Greys’ are human.” Then I quickly add, “and I would really like this to stay between us.”
“Oh gosh! Of course, Jett! I would never tell anyone something like this. I know how important it is to keep this all on the downlow. I was just saying it’s nice to know I’m not alone, you know?”
“I understand,” I say with a nod. I take another sip of my latte.
It’s so strange having someone in my home. What the hell am I supposed to do with a guest? Should I just put on a movie and pretend he’s not here? Would it be rude to just go hang out in my bedroom?
Fuck, this is why I prefer to be alone. It’s much less complicated.
As I drink my latte, I can’t help but look at Landon, just taking him in.
His blue eyes are bright behind his glasses which frame his face well. He’s got stubble across his strong jaw. His hair is flopped down to one side, still wet from the snow but slowly drying. I think he normally wears it in a mohawk that’s brushed back away from his face. At least, that’s what I remember from that day he caught me in the river. I only got a quick glance at him though.
He looks so good in my clothes, wrapped up in my blanket. I bet my scent is getting all over him,marking him.
Okay, enough of that line of thinking. I’ll admit, I don’t normally think about people like this. It’s not that I don’t find people attractive, because I do, I just don’t normally jump straight into thinking about marking them or getting physical with them. I’ve always been someone who has to get to know someone before I get all those lustful feelings. Apparently, Landon is the exception to that rule because even just sitting here, I can feel my groin warming with sensation and desire.
This is all so strange and unexpected.
I don’t know what to think about it so I simply don’t think about it at all.
“So,” I say, breaking the silence, suddenly feeling awkward now that I’ve realized I find Landon attractive. “Do you like Go-Fish?”
Chapter Three
Landon
“Do you have anyJacks?”
Jett shakes his head. “Go fish.”
I reach into the pile of cards, picking one up and adding it to my hand. I am having the hardest time focusing right now. It takes all of my self control not to push my face into the blanket around my shoulders and sniff it until Jett’s scent is completely gone. His scent is all around me, sinking into my skin. It’s driving me up the fucking wall.
Obviously, I caught his scent the moment I put his clothes on but the moment I was allowed to scent him straight from his wrist, I feel like my brain was completely rewired.
Jett smells like the ocean, but there’s more to it than that. Weirdly, there’s a warmth to his scent, like that feeling of your toes touching sunkissed sand. My chest feels all tingly and weird every time I breathe it in. I feel like I’m growing obsessed, addicted to catching it just a little bit more.
