I brushed my fingers over my lips for the millionth time, a gulp was forced down my throat as the smell of caffeine wafted across my nose in a corner coffee shop, my chosen meeting place with Hans.
While I tried to focus on the meeting at hand, my mind was fluctuating to what had happened last night.
We had almost kissed, not the cute kind of peck with the palpable passion in the air but the type that would lead to ten toes and fingers dancing together with heat and need.
Hans' excessive cologne drifted my attention back to reality as he sauntered in spotting me with a light frown.
He made his way over, gliding far too naturally on the chair that was opposite mine.
“Good morning,” he said like he had a congested nose.
“What did you call me here for?” I responded frankly not in th
