Betty’s POV

I did not turn around.

I heard his footsteps first draw closer, they were steady against the floor, then that familiar clean citrus scent wrapped around me like it had a mind of its own. It always reached me before he did. My fingers tightened around my phone.

“Why aren’t you answering? Something got your tongue?” he whispered. This time his voice did not come through the phone. It brushed against my ear, close enough that I felt his breath against my skin. My body ...