Heart walked into Saints office with a heavy sigh of contemplation.
He wasn't even supposed to be here.
He was supposed to be staying far away.
Yet, the moment his classes had finished, he had gotten on the bus and it wasn't till he was getting off and standing outside the office building at eleven o'clock at night did he realize where he was standing or what his body was doing.
Heart had wondered if he should turn around, if he should stay away.
Heck, if he could stay away.
But his footsteps took him towards the building, not away.
'Just march in there and demand he tells you what the heck he meant by what he said the other day. Tell him it bothered you, tell him that you couldn't stop thinking about it. How much you want to tell him to eat your fists if he thinks he can just have his way with you and then walk away.'
