Weak and Deaf

Aria

Jett dragged a chair from another table like the cafeteria belonged to him, then dropped into the seat beside mine with the kind of ease that made me uneasy and tense.

On top of that his smell enticed every fiber of my body. He smelled like the forest after rain—wet pine needles and cold stone—and underneath that, something darker. The scent had clung to me since I was a pup. It pushed into m