LAURA
Alex pushed to his feet immediately he saw me, dusting off the back of his jeans.
It was as though an invcisible force glued my feet to the ground like lead because I suddenly couldn't move. I simply stood there with my purse hanging from one hand and the bag carrying my burger and fries on the other, staring at him
Oh, I was still holding the pepper spray, by the way.
The hallway was not very lit up, but my eyes clung to as much of him as I could see. Wearing a black hoodie and blue broken in jeans, he appeared leaner than he'd been the last time I saw him. The hoodie seemed to hang on his frame and the jeans sagged a little. Still, it didn't take away from his good looks at all because he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Evidence of that being my hear
