Chapter 42
POV: Emma
I was not thinking about Damian.
Not while making coffee.
Not while organizing rent receipts.
Not while accidentally writing his apartment number on three completely unrelated forms.
I sighed and crumpled another sheet of paper.
"This is getting ridiculous."
Mrs. Alvarez wandered into the office carrying a basket of fresh apples.
"Talking to yourself again?"
"I've picked up a bad habit."
"No."
She smiled knowingly.
"You've caught feelings."
I nearly dropped my pen.
"I have not."
She set the basket on my desk.
"Then why are you blushing?"
"I'm warm."
"It's raining."
"...I'm emotionally warm."
She laughed so loudly that Walter peeked through the doorway.
"What did I miss?"
"Emma's in denial."
"I am not!"
Walter nodded thoughtfully.
"Classic symp
