In a bid to escape the closeness, Olaedo hurriedly turned around, intending to move past him and shift to the side. But she did not realize just how close he was. The moment she turned, she slammed right into his chest.
This time, it was even closer than before. Her heart was already a mess, and she could not react fast enough. Suddenly, the usually brilliant, calculating Olaedo seemed dumbstruck, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.
Chibuzor's hand stayed at the door, the other by his side, but his gaze was locked on her.
The woman who had somehow unmoored his heart, the woman who had made him feel things he never thought he would feel again, stood right in front of him.
Minutes passed. Neither moved. He didn't want the moment to end. He didn't care about the people glancing their way, the potential gossip, or the headlines it might make. All he wanted was this, her close, panicked, beautiful presence.
