After I went back up.
I opened my bag. The handkerchief inside reminded me of Ross.
I took it out, rubbing it between my fingers.
Suddenly, a figure lunged forward, pulling me into the stairwell.
Anticipating my scream, he covered my mouth with his hand.
A faint, soothing scent of lavender calmed my struggle.
I opened my eyes to see.
The man who’d dragged me into the stairwell was indeed Ross.
He pinned me against the wall, lifting both my arms high with one hand.
I turned my head shyly, unable to meet his gaze.
He turned his head too: "Look at me."
I closed my eyes.
"Open them. Look at me."
I stubbornly refused, keeping them shut.
"If you don't open them, I'll have to kiss you."
He chuckled softly, his magnetic voice sending shivers down my spine.
I flinched in surprise, m
