*Noah*
Being this close to Zara again, I couldn’t help but notice her wonderful floral scent. The gorgeous woman before me was so confident, and I resisted the urge to gently move a strand of hair behind her ear as we spoke.
I didn’t know why I felt disappointed by her answer. I let out an annoyed breath and began to search through my mind to determine why she was so persistent.
Here she was, trying to matchmake me, despite me trying to chase her off. I was frustrating her, that much I could tell, which gave me a pang of guilt every so often. This whole situation did, but it was for the better that it happened this way.
She was trying to establish her career based on some fairy tale. Sure, that may work for most, though not in a magical way. It was more like that they connected through her research and just fit well together.
There was no one like that for me, and it would not work. I understood what she was trying to do, but I was not going to play along.
