Take Care Of You

He was gorgeous.
Not only because of his bright green eyes or because the soft curls falling over his forehead calmly. Not because of his long torso and muscles designed through his white T-shirt. Not because of his white toothy smile and not because of the smile revealing straight white teeth, or because of dimples jumping with every change of his expression. Not because of his short explosive laughter or his slow and heavy accent. He was just driving her crazy. 
He was smiling, nodding his head, looking at her for a few seconds long enough to make her heart go against her decision and to blossom a blush to her cheeks. Then he moves his eyes and ignores her for the rest of the interview. He was holding her so tightly, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist as he lifts her a few inches off the floor. Then he would drop her off and turn in the opposite direction without acknowledging her existence at all. 
He was confusing, misleading. Doing one thing and showing the opposite. Says nothing then retracts and disappears. She did not know what to do with herself, she did not even know how to react. 
And it's not like it was the first time either. It had happened to her before, But this time, she was paralyzed in place, watching him as he held her heart in his hands and then threw it on the floor.