But when I hesitate, something shutters in her eyes. She slowly pulls away, quickly looks away, and just like that, it’s over.
The spell is broken.
“I, um…” Clara tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, still pointedly looking at anything but me. “I should go.”
The words are barely whispered, but they scream loud in my ears. She slides off the desk, then ducks out of the office beforeeither of us has a chance to say another word.
The f**k just happened?
How the hell did I just let her walk away?
I glance down at the files on my desk, hoping they’ll provide something resembling an answer. Like, you need to focus on thisinstead of her. Like, you shouldn’t fraternize with The Enemy.
But instead, I find tiny little notes she apparently scribbled next to mine while I wasn’t paying attenti
