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too late. The world spun and tilted on its axis. My eyes
closed as I expected the impact of me hitting the floor, but
my face didn’t kiss the ground. I stayed suspended in the
air, my body bent backward.
Someone was holding onto my arm…really…really
tightly. Two heartbeats later, I was back on my feet again. I
finally opened my eyes, and a shaky breath expelled from
my lungs.
The first thing I noticed was that his navy colored blazer
was wet. My coffee… “Shit. Sorry. I am so sorry,” I
muttered, absolutely horrified.
Then, I inwardly groaned. First – why was I apologizing?
He bumped into me. His fault. Not mine. Second – My iced
latte was gone.
My heart was still beating too fast and too hard after the
little scare, and it felt like it would thump right out of my
chest. Wait…
I looked down at myself and saw that my white shirt was
soaked, and my pink bra was now quite visible to everyone.
Oh, that was where my iced latte went. Amaaaazing.
Mood level: Extra grumpy with just a touch of
bitchiness.
I let my eyes travel the length of the wall that bumped
into me. Okay, not a wall then. He was definitely human.
But a rock nonetheless. I had felt those hard muscles when
he knocked me over. It was like a truck hitting me, and I
swore he must have given me a concussion from that
whiplash.
My gaze went up and up…and up. Jesus Christ, he was
tall. I was basically a midget next to him at five foot two
inches.
My eyes stayed longer on his stomach, and for a brief
moment, I wondered if he had six-pack abs. His wide chest
caught my attention next. He was tall and lean, but still
muscular and a bit bigger for his age. I could instantly tell
he played football – his strong arms and muscular