C10 Ten

Zoey's POV

Chris' finger that was previously on my earlobe, now sits comfortably in my palm, on my lap. I take a gentle breath in, trying to calm myself down, but as Chris' scent hit my nose, my eyes widen a fraction and I find myself inching closer to him.

He smells of fresh cologne mixed with chocolate cakes and rainbows.

As Chris closes the distance between us