DENVER.
Her body trembled when I pulled her off the desk and into my arms. Small. Wrecked. Warm. Like every inch of her had surrendered.
I wrapped her in my jacket and carried her over to the worn leather couch in the corner of my office. The scent of sweat, s*x, and her still lingered thick in the air. The desk behind us was a mess—papers scattered, her ripped panties on the floor—but none of it mattered.
She curled against me, cheek resting on my chest, legs folded under her like a child. I held her tighter.
“You okay?” I asked softly, fingers gliding through her hair.
She didn’t speak. Just nodded. Her breathing slowed. Her lashes fluttered—heavy with exhaustion.
She trusted me enough to fall apart. Now she trusted me enough to fall asleep.
That did something to me. Cut deeper th
