MR. CARTERI don’t even know what just happened.The moment I opened that door and saw her standing there, something inside me shifted, like a slow heat spreading through my chest before I even realized it.She was just a delivery girl.That’s what I kept telling myself.But there was something about her… the tired look in her eyes, the small smile she tried to hide, the way her voice shook slightly when she said, “Delivery for Mr. Carter?” …that made me forget, even for a second, who I was supposed to be.I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. And yet, there I was, standing at my own front door, staring like a fool.She was beautiful, not in a flashy, perfect way. No. She looked real. Her hair was tied up messily, her shorts showed just enough of her legs to make me look twice, and there was rain still glistening on her arms. For some stupid reason, I couldn’t look away.When she said, “Handle with care, right?” with that nervous little laugh, I actually smiled. I hadn’t done that in da
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