Chapter 3
Freya’s POV
“These drawers are way heavier than they look,” I said, breathing out hard as I yanked open another flat file and started lifting the thick rolls of blueprints.
My tank top kept riding up my back every single time I bent forward and I knew the bottom curve of my ass was probably showing under the edge of my shorts.
Caleb stood right behind me, arms crossed watching every move I made. I could feel his stare burning into me like a physical touch.
“Wider stance Freya,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Feet shoulder width.
You call yourself an architecture student. This is basic discipline in spatial awareness.
Learn how your body occupies the space or nothing you design will ever feel right.”
I spread my feet like he ordered and reached deeper into the
