" How did you end up wearing my shirt?” “I waited until you set out your laundry, and then I stole it.” Tired of being stalked, I prowled into his personal space, what little remained anyway. “See, I have a flaming crush on you, and I wanted to know how it felt to sleep with your scent against my skin. "

― Hailey Edwards , Pack of Lies (The Potentate of Atlanta, #2)