SIA POV
Some days were the same, work moved in a blur of meetings, emails, and coffee that somehow cooled the moment you looked away from it. Today was one of those days.
On the surface, everything was exactly as it should be, normal, ordinary. But underneath, the memory of Jason’s voice at the gala, low and deliberate, "Maybe I lied" kept threading itself into my thoughts like an unwelcome melody I couldn’t stop humming.
Three weeks I could handle. I’d buried the kiss under layers of “it was nothing” and “it was a mistake.” But since the gala, the foundation I’d built around that story felt less like concrete and more like sand. He hadn’t said a word about it since. No lingering glances across the boardroom, no cryptic texts at odd hours, no slip in his carefully measured professionali
