C8 From the frying pan into the fire
Vanessa’s pov,
The sheriff walked so close to me that our bodies were almost touching. I could smell his scent of manly sweat with a mix of vanilla. Of course, Spirit smelled it too and was almost purring in my head, “Maybe we should let him arrest us, Vanessa. Imagine how it feels to have his hands go over your body.”
“Spirit please shut up; I can’t concentrate like this