““I shake myself. What is wrong with me? I’ve seen pretty men before, I’ve been attracted to men before, and yet this one, this man who I hardly know at all, has me all tongue-tied. Reid takes a few tentative steps towards the elevator, leading me out the door and to the dark street below. The streetlights are dull behind the office building and the roads are almost completely absent of cars. The Michigan air is a bit thick tonight, the humidity sticking to my skin and making my already curled hair poof out even farther away from my head. I run a hand through it and Reid notices. “It’s fine.” I blush a little and shrug my shoulders. I wonder if that means he thinks my hair looks fine or if he likes it the way it is… Why do men have to be so vague? …Why do I care?””
