The office was a battlefield of a different kind, and stepping back into it after three days at the villa felt like being dropped from a fever dream into cold reality.
My skin kept remembering them, as if it couldn’t let go. Even the light graze of my sleeve felt electric, a spark from nights that stretched into forever. Their warmth stayed, restless and sweet, making every brush of fabric feel like their hands again.
I sat at my desk, staring at a screen filled with analytical data that refused to resolve into anything meaningful. My body felt heavy, anchored by a pleasant exhaustion that lived deep in my bones, the kind that came from being claimed and consumed until I wasn’t sure where I ended and they began. We had spent almost the entire night in a restless, tangled heat, and I hon
