(Author’s POV)
After leaving Ryan’s office with her heart full and her lips still tingling from his tender kiss, Aurora instructed the driver to take her to Owen’s office next. The city rolled past the car windows as she thought about how excited Owen might be to see her. He often worked himself too hard, and she wanted to bring him the same warmth she gave Ryan, a reminder that his wife was thinking about him in the middle of her day.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of Owen’s towering building. Aurora gathered Owen’s lunch box carefully, stepped out of the car, and began walking toward the glass entrance. Just as she reached the main doors, someone hurriedly turned the corner and clashed with her shoulder.
“O-Oh! I’m so sorry!” A small, shaky voice stammered.
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