So it honestly did not matter how I looked if he did see me. And yet, I unconsciously scraped my teeth over my lips to brighten and plump them as I exhaled slowly and forced my steps to calm down on the way there.
But then I saw ahead that his door was open.
And Magda was not at her desk.
Oh s**t. I was going to get to talk to him. Again.
All oxygen vacated my brain, leaving me light-headed. I swayed once before closing my eyes and drawing in a deep breath to chill out a little. I could do this. He was just a man.
A man I couldn’t stop thinking about.
But that probably only meant my imagination had blown up his appeal in my head way bigger than it really was. No way could he be as spectacular as I was envisioning him to be. I was almost positive I’d be vastly disappointed when I saw
