She sniffed him.
Full-on buried her nose between his shoulder blades and inhaled like she was sampling a fine wine. When she pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with something that looked suspiciously like religious ecstasy.
"Gosh," she breathed, voice husky. "You smell so manly. Like testosterone and victory and I can't get enough of you . I could honestly get off just huffing this. Just—" another deliberate, shameless sniff "—satisfied."
"That's disturbing."
"That's biology, baby. Survival of the horniest."
Phei peeled himself out of her grip—which took legitimate effort, because Maddie clung like a designer octopus with attachmentissues—and turned to face her, putting at least the illusion of space between them.
"How come you and Sierra's parents are on a trip at the exact same time?"
She blinked at the abrupt subject change. Then shrugged, utterly unbothered, like the logistics of parental absence were as interesting as wallpaper.
