My breathing seemed to stick in my chest. What was he doing here?
I put a hand to my messy bun and looked down at my sweats. I cracked the door and put on the most croaking voice I could. I was, after all, supposed to be sick.
"Hi," I said, giving him a weak smile.
"Hey. I was just in the neighborhood. Walking. You know how I love to take solitary walks."
I nodded, thinking I'd only seen him stride around in the office building, but knew it was best not to argue.
"Can you just give me a minute?" I asked. "I'm not terribly presentable."
This made him smile and he leaned casually against my doorframe. "Take your time."
I gently shut the door and rushed to my bedroom, throwing open my closet and digging furiously until I found a cute, casual cotton dress and threw it on. I yanked down
