Edward
I didn't hesitate to enter before Connor slammed the door in my face again.
"Take off your shoes," he immediately instructed before I could step on his Persian rug.
Deciding to not test his limits even more, I toed off my sneakers and left them next to the two pairs already by the door. The house was warm, which was welcoming considering it looked like it was about to rain any second. The scent hit me immediately.
Cashmere. Amber. Vanilla. Sandalwood.
It was warm and soft and expensive, like burying your face in a hoodie that belonged to someone you loved. It smelled like comfort. Like home. Like Connor. It was so different from the cold, sharp tension coming off of him that my chest ached.
He didn't look at me as he turned and walked down the hall. "Come on then."
I followed, still holding the roses, the beer, and the chocolates like an idiot. He led me into the living room and I stopped.
It wasn't what I expected either.
