Catching Feelings

Ana's Pov

Staring intently, I entered with my other leg as I slowly closed the Italian door and leaned against it, still without uttering a word.

To me, the expression sketched on Alex's wasn't because of him being caught in the act, but rather, by the fact that I was here in his company.

His disciplined brows shot up with a questionable look, making the skin on his forehead gather above and revealing the deep lines. His mouth dropped open a little as though he was about to speak, however, he did not and then pressed it finely together.

He trailed back, to lean on his table with arms crossed over his broad chest and gaze lowered. He looked through his long brows and finally spoke, "Ana, what are you doing here?"

I snapped at his question and swayed closer to him as each step was followed by a resonance made by my t-strap heel.

"You should be in your seventh heaven. You are very fortunate your mom had to leave due to an emergency. She would have seen and known the kind of son and hu