MADISON
I didn't respond, merely stood watching his tall figure approach me, barefoot. He wore black joggers and a plain black t-shirt, his hair styled in that enticingly disheveled manner, occasionally falling onto his defined cheekbone as his fingers brushed through it.
As he stood just a foot away, my breathing quickened, and I swallowed repeatedly to moisten my dry throat, forgetting all my thoughts from the office.
The side of his lips curled into a knowing smile, and he made a move that caused me to freeze abruptly.
It turned out to be the darn bicycle. He was only assisting me with the bicycle, nothing more. Our hands didn't even touch.
Why do I react so instantaneously to him? What's wrong with me?
"I'll take this to your room while you prepare to be amazed," he announced exc
