The silence of my apartment was suffocating when I walked in that night.
The locks clicked behind me, and I leaned against the door, pressing my forehead to the cool wood.
I felt dirty.
Not because of Adrian’s touch—no, that had been intoxicating, consuming, the kind of thing that could make a woman forget her own name. But because of what it meant. Because I had let myself cross a line that should never have been crossed. Again.
Work was supposed to be safe.
Work was supposed to be where I buried the chaos of my personal life. And yet, within a single day, I had unraveled in the arms of a man I swore I would never give another chance to.
I dropped my purse on the couch and moved mechanically through the motions of my routine—checking on Nico, who was sprawled across his little bed w
