A week later.
Rory POV
I jump, a little startled, at Taylor’s unannounced intrusion into my office with a file in her hand. She is looking elegant in her pencilled-mouth, black skirt and her red long sleeve, with three unbuttoned buttons. I do not want my mind to wander too far, but I can’t help it.
For the next moment that passes, her head is buried in the file and I wonder why on earth she’d even walked into my office in the first place if she’s just gonna avoid me and make me feel miserable, but.
She looks up from the document in her hand and a slow-motion one currently playing in my head; her gaze sweeps over to where I am and my breath cuts at her captivating expression. Her eyes flicker adorable and she blinks slowly. She’s truly a rare display of angelic embodiment, and as always, I’m a faithfully drunk admirer.