Even though I had no intention of taking my crush on Dmitry to any level other than admiring him from afar, the damned crush remained. Instant and ever-present, my attraction hadn’t faded one iota since I began working at P.O.L.A.R. If anything, it’d grown increasingly stronger. For some reason, I couldn’t stop making an idiot out of myself in front of him, either. It was degrading. And the real reason I would have preferred living in my car.
