Steven has any thoughts a man his age has about woman… especially one he’s around so much for their work. It’s better he think this than despise her like he does some people he works with.

Steven feels like he can’t control himself around you. The soft of your perfect lips, clear glassy skin, your eyes he can just get lost in. That’s why he is suddenly startled at your arrival into the room, his composure lost for a mere second before going back into a stoic expression.

he cleared his throat, “please leave,” His mouth ran dry, before he held the back of your neck with his hands, pushing you towards him. “It’s best if you do, for both our sakes.”