STELLA'S POV
After what James had told me, I couldn't stop but worry about him.
Me worrying about him didn't mean I care about him or anything like that—it just feels like the humanly thing to do after all.
I stood there, not realising the elevator doors had already opened and I was supposed to step out.
"Oh s**t," I said and quickly stepped out before the doors closed.
"Woah, watch your step, darling." That smug voice came from in front of me as I almost bumped into him. "Didn’t realise you missed me that much, Stella."
"I didn’t miss you," I said, sounding defensive. "We practically live in the same house, and I see you way too often," I said, walking away in order not to meet his gaze.
But that was it. I did miss him. Seeing him every day wasn’t enough for me—I wanted to be aroun
