Matthew
"Why are you smiling like that?" I ask Sarah.
She keeps smiling, that goofy little grin that used to drive me crazy in the early days. The one that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners.
"Nothing," she says, but her voice has a lightness to it that wasn't there before.
I cross my arms, studying her face. "Liar," I say and feel myself smiling back.
She steps closer, close enough that I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and something floral.
"I thought you tuned me out," she admits. "Back then, when I'd sit in your office and talk. You always looked so… annoyed."
I let out a short laugh. "I was trying to concentrate on work while you sat there running your mouth."
Sarah's cheeks flush slightly. "I liked talking to you."
She's standing right in front of me now, looking up with those eyes. I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger against her skin.
"And for the record," I say, lowering my voice, "Josh is full of shit."
