The evening sun flooded the penthouse through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a golden hue over the stylish, modern furnishings. I remained by the window, gazing at the city skyline without truly seeing it. My thoughts were far off, replaying each moment of my surprising meeting with Jack earlier today. His expression, his speech, the intense feelings in his eyes—they all whirled in my mind like a tempest I couldn't calm.
James called from the dining area, “Dinner’s ready,” his voice warm.
I turned, and he was setting the table, his white shirt rolled up at the sleeves revealing his strong forearms. Despite the state of my mind, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. James had a way of making me feel safe, a way of grounding me even when my world felt unsteady.
“I’m comi
