Blade’s P.O.V.
I leaned back against Meghan’s couch, a satisfied smirk curling my lips as I replayed the night in my mind. I could still feel the weight of her head against my shoulder, still hear her soft laugh during the movie. For someone who’d been dead set on keeping me at arm’s length, she had let me closer tonight than I had ever dared to hope.
Her scent lingered in the air around me—warm and sweet, flowery and something uniquely Meghan. It was intoxicating, and I knew I would be dreaming about it later tonight.
Still, I forced myself to stand up from my spot on the couch, stretching my arms over my head as I tried to summon the willpower to leave.
“Alright, Bambi,” I said, turning to face her.
“I should probably hit the road before you really get sick of me.”
Meghan, who ha
