9. Hannah

NINE

HANNAH

Oh god.

I press my hand against my chest, over my heart.

He's still here.

The floor counter ticks up slowly.

What should I do?

It takes me half a second before I roll my eyes at myself.

What I should do is put books away. Because it's my job. Because I need the money. And because I can't let myself get distracted by the first hot guy to give me attention.

And it's not like he's really giving me attention.

He saw me staring at him.

He was innocently walking between classes when I smashed into him.

And his coming here to make sure I didn't bleed to death in the last half hour doesn't count as attention.

The elevator cab starts to slow as it reaches the top floor.

He'll probably leave now that he's seen I'm fine.