Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 210

Dylan POV.

He was so close to me, I could feel the heat coming from his own body slowly increasing my own. Lewis grinned while I simply glanced at his mouth. God, our lips were centimeters away from each other our breaths intertwined, causing a whole new form of heat to rise inside me. "You smell different today..." I heard him mumble slightly as he leaned even closer which caused my eyes to widen a fraction. "You should have told me." He spoke before finally backing away from my body.

His once cheeky, expression changed drastically as hurt took over his features. His eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly before a sympathetic smile became directed at me.

"Happy Birthday, Dylan!" My face dropped quickly at his words. I hadn't told anyone when my birthday was, so I genuinely had no idea how he knew it was actually today.

"How do you know that it is today?" I couldn't help but question him as I slightly turned my head away. There was no way that was just an estimated guess.

"Your scent is different. Everyone always smells different on their birthday, it's like your body subtly shows the day you were born into the world. Anyway, I always notice straight away if anything is different with you. Trust me." He smiled slightly before frowning once again. "How are you feeling today?"