Caitlin's POV
"What are you doing?" I snarled at him as I follow him on his office, my ears red from embarrassment, and my blood fueled with anger and frustration.
He was there, sitting on his mighty chair, staring at me with an amused expression on his face.
I admit he looked outstanding sitting on his chair like that. The confident smirk showing on his face is even too much to handle, and I had to fight hard to restrain myself from lunging into him.
My mind remembers... Those touches, the kiss, every single thing that had happened that night I was hugging him to sleep. I remember when I saw his eyes.
I remember. And I feel so stupid for being weak. I have been mad before because of him, why do I have to fall back to that same black hole again?
I shouldn't be allowing myself to
