When Wyatt focuses on me, my insides spark like an overcharged engine, revving to go.
“Where did you find the paper?” His deep voice haunts my dreams.
I clear my throat and point to the left side. “Second drawer down.”
I’m afraid to step into the room, afraid to get close to him and let the stirrings he causes spin me in dizzying circles. Waiting for him isn’t an option. He doesn’t want me. I won’t fall back into the helpless romantic I was.
The doorframe holds me as he searches the drawers. His dark hair falls over his eyes. It’s a little longer than he normally lets it get. He’s always been handsome, almost dignified. But he’s also always been Tom’s best friend.
After I turned sixteen, Wyatt stopped touching me entirely. If I stumbled, he wouldn’t reach out to stop me from falling. He stopped caring for me like he used to. I didn’t know how much it’d meant to me until it was gone.
It hurt, but I think I understand it better now.
It’s painful to want something I can never have. It’s hard to have him this close and know he’ll never feel the same. That no matter how much I want him, he doesn’t want me.
If he touched me, I might break.
I wrap my arms around my middle and release my breath.
“If you’re going to be long, I can go do some filing.” I gesture with my hand, but I don’t want to leave. I want to bathe in his presence, because apparently, I enjoy the pain it causes.
“I’m done.”
He stands and I almost take a step back as his dark eyes meet mine. Fuck, the sparks I feel from him are more intense. Is it because I can’t touch him? Or that I know what it feels like to be touched by someone who wants me now?
If he touched me that way, would I explode on contact?
My hands shake as he comes closer. I grab onto the doorframe behind me as his woodsy, leather scent overwhelms me. I’ve tried to find his cologne, but it’s not the cologne that makes my insides soften. It’s the way it smells on him. I stop myself from drawing in a deep breath to hold it in my lungs like a caress.
He pauses, close enough I could reach out and touch him, but far enough away that just a hint of his warmth reaches me, teases me, torments me. “You’ll tell me if you need anything?”
Oh, fuck, the things I need from this man. I’ve dreamt of the day he finally touches me. When he realizes I’m the only one he could ever want. But those are the daydreams of a girl. I can’t keep waiting on a daydream that won’t happen.
“Sara.”
I suppress the whimper wanting to escape at my name on his lips. Instead, I hold my breath and nod jerkily.
His eyes narrow, then his gaze drops to my lips. I swear my whole body lights up like he’s kissing me, finally. He makes an acknowledging noise and sweeps past me.
The breath I held releases as he shuts the door to his office. Yeah, I’m so not over that guy. His scent lingers in Tom’s office, making me want to close the door so no one can see how much I enjoy it. If this wasn’t my brother’s office, I might even get off to that scent.
But that’s a little too ick for me.
I push my obsession to the side and dive into the projects Dante gave me until I notice the time. It’s almost five. I’m meeting the girls at six at McAvoy’s Bar. I have to let Peabody out before that and I might change into something more comfortable.
Closing down the laptop, I text Brandon I’ll be down in five minutes. I’m putting away a pen when something under the drawer brushes my knee. What the hell?
Pushing back my chair, I kneel on the floor and look under the desk.
“What are you doing, flower?”
Startled, I bonk my head on the drawer. “Ow.”
Closing my eyes, I lift my hand to my aching head.
“You okay, flower?” Finn’s footsteps grow closer and his hand touches my elbow.
When I open my eyes, his green eyes are right there. They’re deep and sparkle like emeralds with flecks of gold. It’s so easy to get lost in them. He’s kneeling beside me. His hand smooths over my hair.
