Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Less than an inch away from mine.
My eyes find hers, and I know she can see me because she doesn’t look away but instead her heartbeat speeds up, pounding against my chest as if her heart is trying to get to mine.
All the reasons why this would be a bad idea fade to nothing, leaving only one thought – I want to kiss this girl more than anything.
Chapter 5
Layla
As he leans into me, my senses are overwhelmed with the way his breath fans over my forehead, and his body presses against mine. He makes my heart pound out of control.
Crap, I can’t fall for him.
I’ve barely warned myself when his breath keeps moving down until it wafts over my lips, making them tingle to life.
Common sense whispers for me to step back, but my body refuses to listen.
I can feel the hard muscle of Falcon’s chest as it presses against mine, and it makes me feel small. Not in a bad way but more in a feminine way.
What the hell am I thinking? This is Falcon Reyes we’re talking about.
His eyes find mine in the dark, and it only makes my heart beat faster.
Please don’t let him feel it. Please. Ugh, he’s going to know I feel attra-
My thoughts come to a screeching halt as Falcon slowly begins to close the already small distance between us.
Is he going to kiss me?
Does he even like me?
I’m pretty sure he despises me.
Right?
Maybe he does like me a little?
Suddenly the door opens behind Falcon and light spills into the closet.
My eyes widen when I see just how close we are, and instead of pulling away, Falcon's eyes stay locked with mine.
“Mr. Reyes?” The voice has us pulling apart. I step back and bumping into the stupid bucket again, I lose my footing and fall backward, only to bump into a set of racks.
Falcon grabs hold of my arm and yanks me forward as he moves out of the tiny space. He doesn’t even bother acknowledging the poor janitor who looks shocked at finding us in his maintenance closet.
“I’m sorry,” I call to the man, before paying attention to keeping up with Falcon who has a tight grip on my hand, so I don’t face-plant at his feet.
We’re halfway across the lawn when I notice the other students staring at us.
“Falcon, people are looking at us,” I hiss while yanking back against his hold.
My words make him stop, and when he slackens his grip on me, I manage to tug my arm free.
When I see the intense look in Falcon’s eyes, I quickly look away, not ready to face what almost happened between us.
“I have to go.” With a half-hearted wave, I rush away from him, so he doesn’t have time to say something I may not be ready to hear.
After being stuck in the maintenance closet with Falcon, I’ve had a slight heart attack every time my phone beeped.
I was caught off guard by the attraction I felt, and it’s only made me feel awkward around Falcon. Letting out a sigh, I pick up my phone, and when I see Falcon’s name on the screen, my heart immediately sets off at a crazy pace.
A miserable whining sound escapes my lips as I tap on the message.
‘There’s a messenger in the lobby with a document for me. Sign for it and bring it up to my suite.’
“You have got to be joking.” Sulking, I get up and walk out of my room. When I see the messenger, I ask, “You have a parcel for Falcon Reyes?”
The man glances at me, then down at the envelope. “Yes.”
“I’ll sign for it.”
When I’m done, I watch the guy leave then huffily walk toward the elevators.
“Just get it over with. You have to face him at some point.” The doors open with a ping, and I step inside.
By the time I step out on the top floor, I’ve made the decision to leave the envelope in front of his door and to make a run for it.
I’m fresh out of luck because before I reach Falcon’s suite, the door opens. I only realize I’m holding my breath when Lake steps out into the passage.
“Lake!” Darting forward, I shove the envelope into his hands. “Give it to Falcon. Thanks!”
I turn to make a quick escape, but Lake grabs hold of my shoulder. “Hold up. He’s just going to sign it then you have to deliver it.”
“Deliver it?” I repeat, not liking the sound of that at all. Wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I’m not dressed to deliver anything.
Lake pushes the envelope back into my hands, then gives me a smile before he leaves me standing in front of the open door.
“I don’t have all day, Layla,” I hear Falcon call from inside, and I resist the urge to push out my bottom lip because I really feel sorry for myself right now.