“So you can have the notes and blueprints now, I am satisfied.” You said, crossing your arms and nervously flitting your eyes around.
“Are you?” His voice was low and dark, it hit an octave that made you closed your thighs together. He closed in on you, so close you thought you could hear your heart beating in your ears.“Are you really? Because I am not.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I will pick you up at your apartment at 8. Be dressed in something nice.” He blurted out awkwardly, stepping away hesitantly, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and began strutting down the hall.