All your fault

CARLA

I didn't have a perfect response to his question, so I remained silent. Guiltily silent.

Running away from him wasn't exciting for me either. But my heartbeat always got unreasonably loud and rapid whenever he was close.

My breath hitched too, and I found it hard to act normal. And don't get me started with the wetness that always drenched my panties when I stared too long at his overly handsome face.

In simpler terms, I was always a chaotic mess with him around. And I didn't want him to see that. His gaze was always so intense that I feared he might see through me. That was why I always made a quick exit.

It would be embarrassing if he saw what mess he always made out of me each time he approached me.

He gave a soft chuckle at my silence. "Just tell me when and where you want us to meet for the project. I'll be there. Wherever it is."

He began taking slow steps to the door, with a hand in his pocket, and I followed at his pace, with my head lowered nervously.

The girls were