Betty's POV

. "Who walks around with their eyes closed?" He hissed at me. His eyes carried those judgmental stares as if I were the one who lost my mind.

His grip was firm on my wrist but strong enough to hold me in place. He held me close enough to get a whiff of his annoying cologne, which was like his annoying eyes staring down at me.

He smelled like a fresh spring morning with something stronger and masculine. There was also that subtle hint of my Jasmine body wash. My eyes ...