Despite my face not showing any happy to see you signs, Adam’s eyes display relief and maybe a hint of longing, which manages to convince me not to blurt out all the thoughts swirling in my head. His tone of voice does not stray from his usual firm and slightly scary timbre, but the days where I would flinch in the face of the great Adam Davies are long gone. He does something else to me, something that’s a million times more dangerous and scary in itself.
“Let's go to my office.” I nod, agreeing, even though it didn’t really sound like a suggestion.
We walk in silence feeling like catwalk models since all eyes are on us. While my heart is pounding so loud that my ears are ringing and my cheeks are a nice, steady shade of tomato red, Adam glares at everyone whose stare lingers on us for
