Aaron's POV
"I'm.. I'm sorry," I stuttered and smacked myself inwardly. Why did I stutter and why was I apologizing in the first place? After all she was the one who couldn't watch where she was going.
She stared at me, or rather we stared at each other like we were searching each other's souls and trying to read each other's minds.
I couldn't lie, her eyes were captivating and it seemed to reflect a soft side of her, the side I really wanted to see so badly but couldn't. Getting too close to her would not be good for me. Hell, what was I thinking standing this close to her?
It took a whole lot of inner strength to tear my gaze away from hers and clear my throat.
"I'm sorry I bumped into you," I apologized, clearing my throat again as I wondered why I said that. What was with me an
