C12 Greyson

“Hey— Connor?” Grey asked when she turned to face whoever had slammed the door in her face.

Connor smiled, his dimples appearing as he did. He wore a navy blue suit that had to have been sewed on his body. Grey had to resist the urge to run her hand down his defined chest. The scent of his cologne hit her in the face and made her knees weak. Sweet scents always got to her