DYLAN

DYLAN'S POV

I came back home, but she was still lingering at the back of my mind, making me feel irritated. Standing in front of the glass panel in my penthouse, I focused on the building, that was little far away from here, but could be seen clearly. That was where she was, that was where she belonged. 

Snap out of it, Dylan. I scolded myself internally and sighed, trying to ease my mind. I need to get her out of my mind before she becomes a problem for me but maybe, she had already become a problem for me.