33. The Senseless Argument

On my way, I pile up my hair on the top of my head and straighten my half-sleeved tee shirt. For some reason I feel conscious about my appearnce. Maybe I should have changed my clothes or did my hair.

I knock on the door. After Ashar's permission I step inside. This man makes me nervous and gives me mixed feelings. Sometimes I despise him when he acts like a douchebag and sometimes I feel attracted to him when he doesn't say anything to me and shows me that he carries some kindness with him.

But whatever it is, I've concluded and agreed to the fact that I can't act normal around him. I can't be in my usual self.

He is sitting on his office chair, reading some book. I'm unable to see the name of it. The color of his crew neckline tee shirt resembles to his eyes. His muscular biceps are on display. The bare, rough skin makes my stomach flip.

I become astonished at my own self. Even though I'm angry with him still I'm not missing a chance to check him out. M