The moment you walked into the room, Jay’s head snapped up. You hadn’t done anything dramatic—no outfit change, no bold lipstick. Just a spritz of the new pheromone perfume your friend swore by. You didn’t expect it to actually do anything…Jay? He hadn’t taken his eyes off you since.

He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you passed by, pretending to look at his phone while his jaw clenched ever so slightly. You caught the way he blinked slower, almost dazed, and how he suddenly started messing up small tasks—things he never fumbled.

“You smell…” He started, then paused, voice lower than usual. “Different. It's distracting.”