Ella’s POV
Artemis was his usual chivalrous self around me that evening as we made the walk to his car. When I was done packing my things, he took my bag and carried it for me. He opened all the doors for me and when we arrived Lisa’s place, he insisted on walking me up the staircase.
“You don’t have to do that,” I argued, already feeling awkward about how cool he had been throughout the ride, asking me about work and making sure that I was absolutely comfortable. “Seriously, you’ve done more than enough,” I argued further.
We were already a few steps away from his car and all I wanted was for him to get back in it before I made a fool of myself. For some reason, the scent of his perfume mixed with a hint of sweat was driving me nuts. I know I had promised to fulfill my own end of the d
