Mature Content
Lance
She kisses me back without hesitation, without retreat—and that's when the heat in my chest finally explodes.
It feels like something ignites inside me. A fire I've been keeping buried for far too long.
"Damn it, Alice..." I murmur against her lips—but instead of pulling away, she tightens her grip on my collar.
That's it.
I lift her easily, as if she weighs nothing, and carry her toward my office table. With one hand, I lock the door—a soft click that feels like a clean break from the outside world.
I hear the quiet but unmistakable sound of the folder hitting the floor. Papers. Documents. Whatever was inside it, I'm sure it's scattered everywhere by now.
But I don't care.
I don't f*****g care.
I'm angry. Angry at myself. Angry at her.
