ROSALINE

The door swung open, and I kept my head low, focusing steely on the magazine that I held like I hadn't just heard Gerald walk in.

These past few days had been a game of avoidance for us, and I'd done well with it. There was nothing to say or do together. Ever since I kissed him, his presence had always stripped sir from my lungs, leaving me vulnerable and bare, not to mention, guilty.

It didn't take a lot of time for the room to be engulfed by his sweet cologne, and it invaded my senses, derailing my attention from whatever was in the magazine that I wanted...