Eric's POV
Valeria lowered her head, the messy, fluffy strands at the back of her hair swaying gently in the breeze from the open car window.
For a moment, my heart stirred by this scene. Unable to resist anymore, I reached out, letting my fingers slip into her soft hair. It felt like dipping into silk, warm and smooth. I even curled a strand around my finger, giving it a gentle rub.
“Hmm?” She felt the faint tickle and turned around, catching me red-handed as I withdrew my hand. “What are you doing?” Her annoyed expression deepened, and the fact that I’d been playing with her hair only made it worse.
I met her eyes, letting my gaze soften, and said, “As I mentioned earlier, work and personal matters should be separate.” I paused briefly, watching her reaction. “But you’re right—we’re
