Caz
I had barely stepped into my office when the connecting door opened.
Caz stood there, one shoulder leaning on the frame, golden eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. He looked good—too good. Like he'd shed the weight of battle and came back carved in stone.
He took one step in, and I could already feel the shift in the air between us. My heart thudded faster. I hadn't touched him like that in days—maybe even weeks. Not since before everything broke apart and then barely stitched back together.
He shut the door behind him.
“I just got back from the doctor,” he said casually, though his gaze dropped to my mouth, hungry and heated.
“Oh?” I tilted my head, sensing the tease before I even said it. “Good news?”
“I’m cleared.” His voice was rough now, l
