Zacharias, so caught up in the moment, had no idea why I was suddenly brushing him off the way I was. My brows were furrowed as I looked at him, recognizing the waft of foreign maleness that remained suspended in the air. He went to say something, but I placed a finger over his mouth and unwrapped my legs from him.
Confused, he set me on the ground, still looking down at me. I removed my finger from his mouth and continued sniffing the air, doing so with drama, trying to initiate Zacharias to catch on. He inhaled deeply and I watched as his eyes turned to glossy stone. He finally caught on to my apprehensiveness. He could smell another man, too. The issue, however, was different.
I knew who the scent belonged to. Zacharias did not. However, it didn’t make the smell any less of a burden.
