Juniper's Pov
As the door clicks shut behind Theodore, I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding. The air in my office feels heavier, as if his presence has left behind an invisible weight that settles over the room. I stare at the door for a moment, my thoughts swirling, before shaking my head and turning back to my desk.
“Focus, Juniper,” I mutter to myself, opening my laptop again and pulling up my emails.
I try to immerse myself in the work I have left unfinished before Theodore arrived. My fingers hover over the keyboard as I read through an email from a client, but the words blur together. I reread the same sentence three times, and still, I cannot process it. My mind keeps circling back to Theodore, his words, his tone, the way he had looked at me with such earnest deter
