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I’m standing by her desk like some awkward teenage boy.
Trying to casually peek at what she’s reading.
I actually am curious, but…
Any question I ask will sound like a lame attempt to flirt.
Pathetic.
Maybe I should just tell her the truth?
“We’ve never met, but last night we had mind-blowing sex.”
Yeah. Perfect.
I’m still squeezing my phone in my hand.
“And what if I were a thief who stole your phone?”
That would be honest too.
What worries me most is that the woman I’m falling for…
is so painfully trusting.
“Nonsense, this place is full of cameras.”
She finally tears her gaze away from the book and looks at me.
For the first time.
Our eyes lock —
and something tightens in my chest,
as if a metal band clenched around my ribs.
It almost hurts to breathe.
And at the same time — God, it feels so f**king good.
Then her phone rings.
She glances at the screen.
David. Husband.
