Arya:
Devon’s looking at me with those sharp emerald eyes of his, I can barely concentrate because his cologne is suffocating me, not in a bad way, in a I want to lean closer and smell it way.
I can’t seem to get his words out of my head. He wants more; he wants us, oh gosh. To be honest, the date with Jim was a disaster, he’s a pretty nice guy and any woman will be lucky to have him, but as I watched him smile tonight, I imagined it was Devon smiling at me like that, or when he tried to tuck a strand of hair behind my ears, I imagined Devon reaching out.
The whole evening was frustrating and which was why when Jim asked if we were meeting again, I politely said no. I couldn’t do that to him, ever.
“Arya?” Devon probes gently and it occurs to me that I have zoned out. His words pop bac
