Cavin's POV**
My hands clenched briefly at my sides as I walked toward my office, trying to focus on the tasks that lay ahead. But it was futile. My mind was elsewhere, trapped in a space I couldn’t escape.
Eliza.
Her name rolled through my mind like a storm.
Last night replayed vividly, every detail etched in my thoughts—the way her breath had hitched when I touched her, the way her skin had flushed under my gaze. She had trembled, that much I knew, but it wasn’t just fear.
There was something else in her eyes, something unspoken, that gnawed at me now, making it impossible to concentrate.
I dropped into my chair and ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.
*Focus, Cavin.*
Work was supposed to be the distraction, but today it felt more like an obstacl
