Evaline:
River never came back to the office that morning.
Not once.
And yet, he never really left me either. His scent clung stubbornly to my skin, burning with every breath I took. My neck still tingled where his lips had pressed, and I found myself absentmindedly brushing at the spot as if I could erase it.
Except I couldn't.
For the next couple of hours, I barely survived. Every passing second felt like a battle to pretend nothing had happened. Papers blurred before my eyes, words on the screen made no sense, and every time I walked out of the office and met someone, I felt like they might look at me and know.
It was maddening.
By the time noon finally arrived, I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. Freedom. At least for the rest of the day.
I gathered my things quickly, tugged on my coat, and headed downstairs. As I stepped out of the building and made my way to the parking lot, I spotted a familiar black car. Sleek, polished, perfectly noticeable.
