Tessa.
I stayed seated long after Robert disappeared into his office, my fingers resting uselessly on the file in front of me.
My heart was still racing.
The kiss replayed itself in my mind without permission, the urgency of it, the way his hands had held me like he was afraid I might vanish if he loosened his grip. I lifted my fingers slightly, half-expecting to still feel the warmth of his touch on my cheek. It was ridiculous. Embarrassing. And yet… my lips tingled as if they remembered him better than my mind did.
You're my wife.
The words echoed softly in my head.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, staring at the ceiling for a moment before forcing myself to sit upright again. I needed to focus. I wanted to focus. That was why I'd picked up the file in the first place, to quiet the storm inside my chest.
But my thoughts refused to line up neatly.
