Of softened looks

Despite the fact that his soft voice was messing with my head and that warm look in the endless depths of his eyes was chipping at my defenses, I couldn’t help the scoff passing through my mouth at his words,

If he heard my snide comment he payed no attention to it and my scoff seemed to be soundless in his ears,

Taking my eyes off the mirror, I grab his file of papers and step out, hearing the door open at his side as he steps out without waiting for me to pull the door open.

Moving forward at a brisk pace, I walk into Trove without looking back at him,

I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for my mind to get captivated by those eyes, for my brain to give meaning to that look.

I hear his footsteps behind me, hear the receptionist welcome him, hear his muffled reply but I remain focused on getting into that elevator.

Taking the elevator without him would have raised eyebrows, so I retreat into the back corner of the elevator, my eyes on his broad back stretched taut in front of