APRIL’S POV
"I meant every word," he said softly.
I nodded, words caught in my throat. The fear lingered, but it felt smaller now, pushed back by the warmth still pulsing between my legs, the ache of him still there.
He kissed me gently, his lips swollen and soft. "Come to my office. Let me hold you a bit more before we go back out there."
I took his hand, letting him lead me out, my legs wobbly, body humming with aftershocks. The hallway seemed quieter now, less threatening.
We slipped into his office, the door clicking shut and locking with a soft sound that made my pulse jump again. The room was all warm wood and big windows, the city lights starting to flicker on below. Afternoon sun slanted in, soft and golden. He turned to me, and the look on his face—open and vulnerable, eyes a
