Sleep no longer visited Adam. Every night he lay awake, haunted by flashes of Emily, her eyes, her voice, the tremor in her lips when she whispered his name that night they almost lost control.
He told himself it was a mistake, that what happened between them had to be buried. But his body betrayed him, aching with need every time he saw her.
Days turned into weeks, and still, she avoided him. At work, she smiled politely when their paths crossed, speaking in clipped, distant tones. To everyone else, it looked normal. To Adam, it was torture.
He thought about quitting more than once. But then he’d see her, even just for a moment the soft fall of her hair, the way she brushed it behind her ear and he’d lose all reason again.
He found excu
