The silence in the elevator was almost unbearable. Emily stood beside Adam, her arms folded tightly as if holding herself together. The faint scent of her perfume filled the small space, stirring something deep in him that he wished he could ignore.
Neither of them spoke until the doors opened on the ground floor. She stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. He followed a few steps behind, his mind torn between reason and desire.
Outside, the night air was cool, the city glowing with amber light. The building behind them loomed tall and intimidating, a reminder of everything they were risking.
“Are you driving home?” Adam finally asked.
Emily nodded, eyes still fixed ahead. “Yes.”
He hesitated. “Do y
