This was not who she was looking for. She hadn't been paying attention to him, the shirtless boy with his head up his ass, instead looking desperately for what she believed was going to be her father. But he had stopped her, quite literally, and it only took her a second to realize that he was the one that she had smelled.
"Who are you?" She ignored the comment about not walking much or having people to carry her around. Honestly, she hadn't even heard a word that he had said. All she could hear was her blood rushing behind her ears, her pulse racing beneath her skin. She could feel the heat rising. The scent was all over him. No, not all over him, but in him.