Freya's POV
The metallic clang echoed through the lobby, startling not just the elevator passengers but sending a jolt of mortification through Mack Ben as well.
"Freya!" His voice cracked with alarm, but shame burned too hot in my chest for me to turn back.
The elevator doors slid open just as office workers began filing in. I didn't hesitate, shouting desperately for them to hold the door as I stumbled forward, one hand pressed against my throbbing forehead.
The doors sealed shut, carrying me upward and away from my humiliation.
God, what a disaster.
My pulse hammered against my temples while my thoughts spun in chaotic circles. I couldn't bear to imagine Mack's reaction to my graceless escape. He probably thought I was some lovesick fool, so overwhelmed by his confession that I'd literally walked into a wall.
