Chapter 42

"I-I wasn't looking at you!" Juliet stammered. "I was just… just…" Her mind went blank. She couldn't find a single excuse. "Juliet." "Yeah?" "Do you think I look good?" Her heart skipped a beat. Hearing something like that from his mouth felt strangely thrilling. She bit her lip and didn't dare turn around. "You're alright." "Just alright?" There was amusement in his voice, yet it somehow made her more nervous. Juliet forced herself to nod. "Yeah. You're average." "That makes me disappointed," he said with a tinge of hurt, eyebrows dipping. "I thought you'd praise me." His tone softened her for a moment. She turned, ready to say something. That was when she slammed straight into a wall of muscle. Her nose hit Zachary's chest head-on. A familiar scent reached her. It was her own milk-scented body wash. Combined with the warmth of his skin and its smooth texture, it felt like she was pressed up against a cream cake. A tasty one. Juliet's brain shut down on the spot. She