Alina stepped out of the staffroom with her bag, her heart already warming at the thought of seeing her babies again. Just one day away from them felt strangely long, and she was curious. If she told them how close their exam was, would they panic about the exams, or would they debate loudly like always? Knowing them, probably both.
She was halfway down the hall when a familiar, deep voice called from behind her.
"Miss Alina."
Her heart jumped. It didn't skip, it leaped straight into her throat. She turned around quickly, and there he was, walking toward her with long strides.
"Sir…" she breathed softly. Butterflies started fluttering wildly in her tummy again.
Dante stopped in front of her, close enough for her to catch the faint masculine and cool scent that always clung to him. "Good morning," he said, his voice deep and warm.
