#Chapter 217- Hypothesis

Fiona His arms are still around me, even as my body contorts and shrinks. They stay around me. Golden eyes flicker then fade to green, watching me with a strange mix of awe and worry, but I can’t focus on the emotion. All I can see, hear, feel, smell is him. He’s so close that I can see the little flecks of gold in his eyes. Ethan’s heart thumps loudly against my ear, but it provides nothing except comfort as the sound surrounds me. One of his hands rubs gently down my back while the other clamps down on the back of my neck, holding me close. And his scent. It surrounds me, seeps into me, and has me leaning in and rubbing my cheek against his neck. It grows stronger, calling to me until I’m straddling his lap and burying my face fully in Ethan’s neck. “Fuck,” he growls, gently moving me back. “Fiona.” I breathe his scent in, trying to burn it into my senses. It wasn’t this strong before. Now, it’s like I’ve had my nose coated in a spicy forest scent, and I can’t get enough o