The sound of the line dropping echoed in the empty office, but the echo of Daniel's voice still vibrated in the air, poisonous and real. My fingers trembled around the phone, so violently I almost dropped it. The warmth of Marco's kiss was still on my lips, the weight of his hands on my waist still a vivid memory on my skin. And now… this.
"Marco?" My voice came out a thread of sound, cracked.
No answer. Only the offensive crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the slightly ajar office door, swinging gently with the cold draft he'd left behind.
He was gone.
A cold that had nothing to do with the night settled in my chest. I stood up so fast the spreadsheets flew to the floor. My body still trembled from the interrupted desire, but now it was pure panic moving my blood.
"Marco!" I ca
