Hailey's POV
Wrong
So f*****g wrong. So wrong that it could replace the actual definition of that word in the dictionary.
Because tell me why I haven't been able to get my mind off him in thirty-two hours, five minutes and thirty seconds. It almost feels like just because I'd determined not to think of him, my brain decided that that was just what it was going to do.
And seeing him walking around, making friends with colleagues and strangers so easily doesn't help it. In fact, it gives me something else to think about.
And the fact that he's wearing a blue shirt that defines his muscular chest and arms doesn't help in any way.
It does something to me, something that I'm not proud of. Something that the determined Hailey of yesterday isn't going to be proud of. It stirs my lady p
