Emma

Emma

You Can’t Ignore the Nanny’s Charm

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Emma stood by the door, her petite frame slightly hunched as she clutched the strap of her bag. She’d been babysitting Honey’s daughter for the past few weeks, and each time, leaving felt a little more complicated. Today, she couldn’t help but feel her heart race as Honey approached her for the usual goodbye. Thank you again for watching Sophie, Honey said, flashing a warm, easy smile. He always looked effortlessly put together, wearing a crisp button-down and perfectly styled hair. His presence was magnetic, though he seemed completely unaware of the way Emma’s face flushed whenever he was near. Emma fumbled with her words, trying to maintain her composure. O-Of course, it’s always a pleasure, she replied, her voice soft but with a nervous edge. She tried to meet his gaze but quickly looked away, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her sweater. Honey chuckled, his tone light. She really adores you, you know? Always asking when you're coming back. You’re great with her. Emma smiled, a slight blush creeping up her neck. I love spending time with her. She’s such a sweet girl. Her voice trailed off as her thoughts drifted to how handsome Honey looked under the soft evening light. He was kind, attentive, and everything she secretly fantasized about but would never dare admit. A widower, she reminded herself. It was wrong to feel this way. There was an awkward pause, and Emma shifted from one foot to the other, her gaze flicking up to Honey before quickly darting back to the floor. Well, I should get going, she said, her words stumbling out too quickly. Paris, you know… saving up… Right, Honey nodded, his eyes softening as he regarded her. Big dreams. You’re going to make it there, I’m sure of it. Emma's heart fluttered at his encouraging words, and she found herself staring at him for a moment too long. She knew she should leave, but something inside her didn't want to. Thanks, she mumbled, cheeks now a shade