— Lily’s POV
The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.
I stood by the counter, holding the mug of coffee Andrew had left me before heading out. His shirt hung loose on me, sleeves rolled almost to my elbows. I hadn’t meant to wear it — I’d just reached for the nearest thing when I got out of bed.
It smelled like him — cedar, faint mint, and that expensive cologne he loves to wear.
I shouldn’t be here.
That thought kept circling in my mind. Over and over.
Andrew Sterling was my boss. My complicated, emotionally constipated boss who kissed me like he was starving and then told me to rest like nothing happened.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I needed to go home. I needed distance.
But the universe clearly had other plans — because the elevator dinged, an
