Someone—I believe it's Ben clears his throat,I jump to my feet and Asher's palm slips into mine.Ben's eyes lower to our linked hands,I smile at the realisation he's wearing the same grey sweatpants as me.Unlike me,he didn't need to roll the waistband of his about a hundred times for it to fit his waist.

　　Water coats Ben's forehead,rolling down his temples.I steal another peek at him.Did my smell affect him so bad he had to take a shower?My breath catches in my throat when ...