Rhia’s POV
“Nose, Rhia.”
Rhys tapped the tip of my nose with two fingers, wearing that infuriating, stupidly gorgeous smile.
My breath stutters, and my heart slams against my ribs as I stare up into those silver-grey eyes. Eyes that could ruin a person’s peace and pretend it was an accident.
God, how could someone's eyes be this impossibly beautiful?
For half a second, just one foolish second, the world around us thinned out. The office noise fades, the hallway disappears, and it's only him and the stupid thud of my heartbeat.
Just then, two staff members strolled past, whispering loudly enough to be heard. Their eyes flicked from me to Rhys, mouths twisted in that “Oh?” expression people wear right before they start cooking up rumours in the gossip chat.
Heat flames up my neck,
