Harley and Paul had been working late, the office quiet except for the occasional ringing of the phone. Exhaustion clung to them both as they finally made their way to the elevator, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on their faces.
"Let's go," Paul said, his voice tired but determined.
"Where?" Harley asked, her own voice heavy with fatigue.
"In your room," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.
She followed him without asking anything else, partly because the alternative at that point would have been to stay there and listen to the phones ringing until dawn.
Once inside, he closed the door behind him with a decisive gesture. The click of the latch echoed in the silence, sealing them into a space that felt suddenly intimate, despite the exhaustion clinging to bo
