As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, he took my hand and led me outside, at a leisurely pace. He seemed more relaxed now, after the laughter session we shared in the elevator. The corners of his mouth were still twitching. He was so beautiful now, in this way, relaxed and carefree. He was always gorgeous, of course, but right now, without his usual stress lines marring the space between his brows and without his jaw locked tight in anger, he resembled more of a god than a man.
His mood eased my nerves, and it made me feel giddy and cheerful, like I was a teenager that just got lucky for the first time. I didn’t even spared a second to think about the fact that he kept holding on my hand, preferring to avoid the revolving doors, favoring the side one, rather than letting go. I real
