The sight of River disheveled in my office knocks me weak in my knees. I'm somehow reminding myself how to breathe while exploring this heady feeling I get from the breathlessness his sight deals me.
"Hey." River spins from his spot at the window and immediately strides towards me.
Like an instinct, I turn the knob on my door to lock it and set my phone on my table as I try to keep a distance from him.
How does someone look breathtaking even when he has no ounce of collection on him?
His shirt is somehow managing to stay tucked and untucked in his black dress pants, his hair is a whole new enticing mess that I can't get my eyes off of and his whole demeanor screams tortured and agonized as he finally reaches for my arm to stop my fidgeting.
"Are you drank?" I ask him again as I watch how jerky his movements are.
"Just a little," he whispers before he licks his lips and takes a step closer. That one action draws all my attention to his moist and glistening lips.
