The tension between Damon and me was becoming unbearable—the kind of tension that filled the air with static electricity, charged and waiting to explode. Every glance, every word exchanged was laced with something unspoken. And yet, life went on at the office. Reports needed finishing, deadlines loomed, and somehow, we both managed to maintain the illusion of professionalism. Barely.
The next morning, I was determined to reset. To wipe the slate clean, so to speak, and focus on my work. I even went as far as bringing in muffins for the team, a peace offering for no particular reason except to distract myself from Damon’s smoldering gaze.
"Morning, Ava," Liam greeted me with his signature grin as I set the muffin tray on the communal counter. "What's the occasion?"
I shrugged, trying to
