[Adelaide Knowles]
The laugh slowly dies down and once again, silence settles in between us both. I push myself up from the chair which I sat, my feet making for the door when I hear christian stand, I turn to him just in time to see him glance at his watch, brow furrowed in concentration, when he glances back up, his green eyes stumbles upon mine, loosening its frost. He places his hands into the pocket of his slack, “Come with me.”
I blink, my lips curling into a teasing smirk, “You really don’t want to see me go? You’re making all the right moves, but, thanks, I’ll pass.”
“It’s not a request, mia cara,”
I pause.
He smooths his hands over his tie, arranging the sleeves of his shirt and his cuffs like he is indeed getting ready to step out of this room…with me? No way.
I push up
