~*JUNE*~
Never in a million years did I think I would be in this situation.
And yet here I am.
Because apparently my life enjoys embarrassing plot twists with no warning.
"Are you okay?"
Mr. Macaulay's voice cuts through the fog in my brain and I realize with a jolt of pure horror that I’m still in his arms.
Still pressed against his chest.
Still wrapped up in the heat of him like some heroine in a romance novel who just swooned into the hero's embrace.
I jerk away immediately.
My body untangles itself from his grip so fast I nearly stumble again, my ankle throbbing where I twisted it, but I don’t care.
I would rather crawl across the elevator floor on my hands and knees than stay in his arms for one second longer.
I clear my throat, the sound rough and ugly, echoing far too lou
