THE KISS
Alex's POV
"Glande."
Her name came out quietly.
Not as a question.
Not to stop her.
Simply because I wanted to hear it one more time.
She didn't answer immediately.
She was still looking at me, her breathing uneven, her hand resting beside the Whitmore file on the desk.
Outside, rain rolled against the glass.
Inside, the office had become impossibly silent.
"I don't know what's happening to me," I admitted.
The words surprised even me.
"I've spent days trying to explain this logically."
A faint smile touched her lips.
"Did it work?"
"No."
She lowered her eyes.
"I didn't think it would."
I took another slow step toward her.
Not enough to touch.
Just enough that I could see the tiny rise and fall of her breathing.
"I've been trying to convince myself Friday wa
