Chapter 191

"You both look and smell divine," he says with a sharp twist of his lips, leaning in to breathe the bubblegum smell that surrounds me. His usual scent of cinnamon and peppermint has been replaced with black licorice, but I don't mind. I actually like the stuff, despite the fact that everyone else I know hates it.

"Right back at you," I whisper, as he leans down and presses a kiss to the side of my throat. It's such a deliberate move, meant to make my blood boil.

It works.

I exhale and step away from him before I get too swept up in his presence. I want to check out the other guys and their costumes. We all worked so hard on the set, I need to take it all in.

Zayd is dressed up as a container of French fries—or chips as Windsor refers to them—but he's done it in such an artful way that he looks hot as hell at the same time. He's got on a pair of overalls with short legs. The suspenders are bright yellow, and the shorts part is red, like a container. He's paint