Elena’s POV.
My hands trembled as I sorted through patient charts in my office at the clinic. I had arrived two hours before my shift officially started, desperate to drown my frantic mind in administrative work.
It wasn’t working.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom press of Raymond’s bare skin, heard the soft rasp of his voice in the dark, and remembered the sickening c***k of my palm striking his cheek. The guilt and fury were warring inside me, creating a storm far worse than the cold morning air outside. I was using my work as a distraction, hiding behind patient files to avoid confronting what had happened—or worse, confronting the terrifying truth that for a fraction of a second, I had kissed him back.
Deciding I needed a good dose of caffeine, I slipped out of my of
