The second I shut my apartment door, it felt like the world stopped pretending.
No noise. No staff. No Adrian Voss standing too close and making my brain forget how breathing works.
Just me.
Which, unfortunately, was the problem.
Because my brain immediately decided: “Oh good. Let’s replay everything in HD.”
I didn’t even take off my shoes properly. I just stood there for a second, staring at nothing like my soul had temporarily disconnected.
Then it hit me.
The kiss.
My hand went straight to my lips again like it had been waiting for permission.
“…no,” I whispered immediately. “No. We are not doing this.”
I kicked my shoes off aggressively. One hit the wall.
“Okay,” I said out loud, pacing now. “Normal people do not stand in their apartment replaying their boss kissing them. No
