Mia spent the next three days trying to forget what she saw. She unpacked boxes, set up her desk for work, and kept the balcony door closed tight. But every night her mind went back to those dark eyes and that wicked smirk. She touched herself twice more thinking about it, coming quick and quiet with his face burned into her brain.
On the fourth evening she finally ran into him.
She was coming back from the grocery store, arms full of bags, when the elevator doors opened on her floor. He stepped out at the same time, keys in hand. Tall, even taller up close. Black t-shirt stretched across his chest, jeans hanging low on his hips. Tattoos peeked from under his sleeves. His hair was messy like he’d just run his fingers through it.
Their eyes met.
Mia’s stomach flipped. She knew that face
