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pointing to the building just across the way.
    “Yeah. You?”
    “Mmhmm,” she hums. We both resume walking at once. “I didn’t really get a chance to chat with you yesterday. How was your weekend?”
    Immediately, my mind is filled with thoughts of Sage. Up until now, I’d had a pretty good handle on my craving for him. Other than a few texts here and there, I haven’t had any significant interaction with him since Sunday. I embraced the distance, knowing it was necessary; but, truth be told, a part of me… dislikes it. Now, it’s as if the floodgates have opened and my entire body yearns for him. His touch. His kiss. His voice.
    “Um, it was good,” I finally manage. “Yours?”
    “Totally boring,” she says with a groan and a laugh. “Errands. Chores. Work. I haven’t been on a date in weeks, which is really starting to kill me. I’m going to need to fix that soon, before I become a cat lady or something. Tell me your good weekend was more eventful than mine.”
    “I went out,” I reply evasively. I haven’t told her about Sage. In fact, I haven’t mentioned him to a single soul that he doesn’t know. I can’t really explain why, but it doesn’t seem like a very safe idea.
    “Oh, yeah? Where’d you go?”
    “Uh,” I stall as we make our way through the doors of our building.
    The sound of our heels echo through the quiet halls, amplifying instead of drowning out my silence. I take a breath and decide that telling her about Mountains & Men is not the same as telling her about Sage. I can share at least that much.
    “I went to a concert, actually. A bunch of local bands were playing at The Moxi in Greeley.”
    “See? Now that sounds like a good time. Look at you, living it up! I’m impressed, Millie.”
    I laugh, not because what she’s said is particularly funny, but because she has every right to be impressed. Me at a concert on a Saturday night is definitely a new, recently developed, and reoccurring habit.
    “Millie, aren’t your office hours in the morning?” she asks as we round the corner to our destination.
    “Yes. Why?”
    She smiles at me as she points in the direction of my door. There, sitting with his knees propped up and his focus glued to his phone, is Sage. As per usual, he’s wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a pair of Chucks. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. Or maybe my sudden inability to breathe correctly has more to do with the erratic beat of my heart?
    “Student of yours?” Lindsey whispers softly as we approach.
    Before I can answer, Sage looks our way. When his eyes meet mine, his signature smirk curls his lips and he winks at me.
    “Or an admirer?” Lindsey hums, elbowing me.
    I look up at her, unsure what to say, and then back at Sage. He’s standing now, looking devilishly handsome. I swear, I don’t know how he manages to make jeans and a t-shirt so incredibly sexy. And don’t even get me started on those glasses.
    Lindsey giggles, pulling me from my thoughts and beckoning my attention. “Whoever he is, he’s freaking hot! I expect an explanation later. Details, my friend. Lots of details.” I say nothing in reply, which she seems not to mind. She waves at me and then slips into her office.
    “Hey, doll face,” Sage murmurs, leaning against the wall just beside my door.
    “Hi. What are you doing here? How did you find me?” I ask as I unlock my office and step inside. He follows me in, shutting the door behind him.
    “I’m a pretty smart guy, Millicent.” I discard my things on the floor beside my desk and turn to face him. He’s right behind me, holding open a small paper bag. “Take a whiff, baby doll.”
    I arch an eyebrow at him, feeling slightly suspicious, and he encourages me with a nod. I lean closer to him and then draw in a deep breath through my nose. I smell cinnamon and sugar and I know whatever is inside must be delicious. “What is it?” I ask, bringing my eyes up to meet his icy blue