--This chapter is written from Erik's POV--
Maya stood a couple of steps before me.
It would take me less than a second to reach her at my top speed.
Yet, I walked slowly, deliberately closing the distance between us.
She never took a step back; she never let her emerald eyes drift away from mine.
Maya: "Why are you always invading my personal space?"
To keep eye contact with me, Maya had to raise her chin.
It looked uncomfortable. She had complained about neck pains after our run-ins.
Erik: "Why are you always showing up where I want you the least?"
Her height, like almost everything else about her, was tailor-made to bother me.
One step back from where I stood, and the frame of my glasses would hide her face from my view.
One step forward, and I would be forced to choose. I could either see her through the gap of the glasses' frame, or I could lower my head to fit her within the lenses.
Maya: "Fair..."
