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“Because I can.” I winked.
She snorted.
Pavel remained behind us, keeping pace with the little girl.
To my surprise, Lunita took us further down the hallway.
I glanced behind us and looked at the staircase. “The little girl says there is no one that lives upstairs.”
“Because there is no upstairs.” Lunita rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows that.”
Then, why have stairs there?
Lunita slowed her steps. “Are you sure Max will be okay?”
“I am. Give him time to heal.”
Tension gathered in my shoulders.
Maxwell, you better wake up.
The dim hallway stretched out ahead of us, and then, abruptly, the monotony of the dim corridor was broken by a bright yellow door, standing sharp against the dull walls and marked with a silver number 3.
Hmmm.
Without even knocking, Lunita turned the knob and pushed the bright yellow door open.
My heart raced.
We entered an office, enveloped in a warm glow of white and yellow hues. Every surface was meticulously clean and organized. Bookshelves adorned the walls.
But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of M.
Emily, yet not Emily.
There, he reclined in his chair with his feet propped up on top of the sturdy wooden desk. His attention was fully captured by the thick leatherbound book in his hands.
Oh my. . .
He wore a tweed jacket with elbow patches, a crisp, white shirt, and trousers. His beard was perfectly trimmed, while his long dreadlocks hung down to his shoulders.
Tortoiseshell glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose.
Yet that face, it was Emily—from those large brown eyes to those full lips. Even the high cheek bones were hers.
My mouse, but as a man. . .
This dizzying sensation fell over me.
My mouse’s familiar features were there, but they were rearranged into someone unmistakably male, someone new yet intimately known.
My reaction was immediate and confusing. There was an undeniable attraction, a pull towards this person who embodied the essence of my mouse yet presented in a form far removed from the woman I knew.
Is he. . .mine also? And what would that mean?
For a moment, I questioned my own feelings.
Was it strange, this attraction I felt?
