Cahill
It's Monday morning and I'm having a meeting with all the staff from the engineering department in the conference room.
But I'm having a hard time concentrating because I keep seeing the freckled face of a ginger-haired girl.
Mathilda Nolan.
I still have no clue why I kissed on that evening two nights ago, but what I know is that I want to kiss her again. And would want her lips to work with mine.
She was beyond shocked and was stiff as a statue when I kissed her. Her touch ignited the fire in me with her breath-taking hazel eyes. It felt so fucked up that she had no idea of the great effect she had on me.
I have been unable to get her off my mind since that kiss. Ever since I let my lips collide with hers, I've been wanting to do more than kiss her.
