The Accidental kiss

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I wouldn't t

han

m, obsessing over every word he said, every look he gave me. It's been three days since he wa

oks just for decora

s it bother

h to

ng a hand in front of my face. She's perched on my bed, sur

, raising an eyebrow. "What's going on? Don't

out, too quickly

not buying it. "Oh,

ater. "Just... some guy came into the bookstore the other day. He's rude

. "And is this 'rude, full-of-hims

face in my hands. "T

ng a pillow at me. "Come on, what's

Just... tall and sharp-looking. Like he walked o

"Lila! Are you blushin

test, even though I can f

. "Well, you'd better be careful.

intention of getting involved with him. He

an't help but wonder why the tho

niel'

t her out

from the

i

ite of everything I look for in a person-messy, awkward, too quick

keep thinkin

k. They're classics, according to the old woman who helped me at the s

st... ther

ings to focus on. The quarterly report is due in two days, and my

that moment in the bookstore-the way her face turned bright red when she k

... ch

arming. Di

or distractions. My life is structured, disciplined. There'

ye

ir

the doorway of my office, his usu

, already annoyed b

ne here to see

have an ap

But she

he

t is, the door swings

i

a's

s a mi

e, horrib

ok I accidentally took home from the bookstore. It's his, of course. He must have le

d left it with Mrs. Winslow, but for some

mist

ing gaze making him look every bit the intimidating CEO. I f

says, his

the notebook like a peace offer

lightly as he takes me in. I suddenly

o return it in person," I add,

wrong," he

ds cutting deeper

r wasting your time," I say

ai

my tracks, and I glanc

says, his tone s

sure of w

ing and my cheeks burning, I can't help