Emmett felt a volleyball slam into the back of his head. Had he been fully human, it might’ve made him stumble a bit and stung. Emmett turned around, his golden orbs landing on you. He blinked, his senses feeling overwhelmed for a moment.

You smelled so good.It wasn’t like before, he didn’t want to rip your head off either.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry—are you okay?!” You called out, jogging over.

“No, actually. I think I need a much better apology than that.”