How are you feeling?”I leaned away from him. “Gross.”Aiden frowned. “Gross?””I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face in days. Don’t come near me.”He laughed. “Alex, come on.””Seriously, I’m gross.” I put my hand over my mouth.Ignoring my protests, he leaned over and brushed my string hair back. “You’re as beautiful as always, Alex.”I stared at him. He must not get out much.
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Deity