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Kiara's pov:

"Oh my goodness, I'm so….so so..rry…It's an accident…" I quickly ran over to the other side of the desk, using my bare hands to clean the smelly mess I made.

It only got worse. The shirt was already ruined.

"I'm really sorry…I was just shocked and…" I tried to explain, my voice cracking.

"It's fine, just leave the shirt." Lucas replied instead, his sinful gaze piercing through my glasses.

I gulped repeatedly, nervously swallowing my dry throat, as I unconsciously drooled at him.

Why does he have to be this fucking handsome? He had deep blue eyes like the peaceful sea, yet those eyes sent dirty signals. Constantly reminding me of someone I don't wish to remember.

We stayed that way, a couple of minutes as I was totally lost in his presence, an uncontrollable heat building up between us. My hands held tightly to his jacket, and my eyes averted to his innocent pink lips, oblivious of what was going on inside of me.

"Get your hands off me," He thundered, his raspy voice sli