The morning light in Rebecca’s studio apartment was filtered through a thin, off-white set of blinds, casting long, horizontal shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smelled of her floral perfume and the lingering, musky scent of our shared exhaustion from the night before. I watched her in the silence, my mind drifting to the complexities of my life at Longroad Logistics. Being the man in charge meant navigating a minefield of expectations, and moments like these were the only reprieve. Rebecca Tolman lay beside me, lost in the heavy, rhythmic breathing of deep sleep. Her hand was still clamped firmly around me, a possessive gesture that felt like a silent tribute to the intensity of our encounter. It was as if even in her dreams, she didn't want to let go of the man who had turned h
