Chapter Ten

My jaw hung open and my face was every shade of red. Craft cautiously stood, careful not to touch me. I caught a glimpse of his jaw, noticing the stubble on his chin glistening from the moisture of my excitement.

My eyes clenched closed, wishing I could disappear.

“Oh… um…” The owner of the voice who’d walked in on us stumbled over his words. I was mortified to turn around and face him. I knew who it was, and the goofy smile he gave me every day wouldn’t be easy to see from now on.

“Ms. Neely and I are going over my schedule. Is there something I can help you with?” Mr. Craft said smoothly.

“Um… I just…” Timothy stuttered.

Craft breathed heavily through his nose, and even though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew his expression. Tight jaw, furrowed brows. Whenever he breathed through his nose like that, he was irritated.

“You know what, I’ll come back tomorrow,” Timothy stammered, then the door creaked closed.

The breath I had been holding whooshed out of my mouth. “I’m sorry,” I said