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Maddox and I worked quietly. He didn’t try to speak to
me again, and I wasn’t interested in holding a conversation
either. The silence was tense and heavy, like an impending
thunderstorm looming over our heads, dark and cloudy. An
hour later, the storage room was somewhat organized, and
all the boxes, old and new, had been put away on their
designated shelves.
Lifting one last box, my arms trembled under the
weight, but I still pushed it above my head, reaching for the
rack. Except, the box was too heavy, the shelf was too high,
and I was too short to reach it, even with me balancing on
my toes.
Damn it.
I cursed under my breath when the box started to
wobble in my hands and a surprised shriek came from me
when I could feel it tilting back over my head. The box was
going to fall, and I didn’t have the strength to keep hold of
it.
But before it could slip through my fingers, another pair
of hands grabbed the box.
“I got it.” His whisper crept along my neck. “You can let
go.”
I did, and he pushed the box onto the shelf with ease.
Maddox was too close, and I didn’t like it. Maddox
obviously didn’t understand the meaning of personal space.
His mere presence annoyed me and having him this close
had me on edge. I wasn’t sure why, but everything about
Maddox just made me feel… irritated.
I was thankful he saved the box, though, so I uttered a
quick thank you as my arms fell down to my sides.
His breath was hot on my skin as he pressed closer,
barely touching me. I slid away from under his arms before
turning to face him. His gaze moved up and down my body,
and the burning intensity of his eyes urged me to cross my
arms over my chest.
“You’re tiny,” he grunted.