*23* I have never been platonic

I saw him before I felt him, I have always hated this line, whenever I have read it in any romantic novels; but now that I am standing in front of the opaque door, I can feel his eyes on me. Last night was something I can never forget. Every time I close my eyes, the feeling of his lips upon mine, relays in front of me like a beautiful memory.

My cheeks warm, as I dig my toes in my shoes. Sighing heavily, I push the door, “And here I thought she was glued to the place.” Oliver murmurs. I roll my eyes as they sweep over the man sitting just beside him. As impressive as ever, he looks breathtaking in a simple button-down shirt and a black jean.

I look at the interior. Like the man himself, the office room reflects the flamboyant nature of Oliver. With a bright red wall combined with the rest of the beige coloured walls, the room looks like a happy place. “Nice room,” I say while walking towards them.