The kiss was slow and gentle, almost feather-like, as he slipped his hand around my waist, holding my body firm against his before he pulled away just in time for the elevator doors to slide open.
“Shall we?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he led us out of the building with his hand on the small of my back.
When the valet handed me my car keys, he bid me goodnight, watching as I slipped into my car before turning and leaving while just sitting there in my car without a word.
I thought back to the kiss and realized that I felt nothing when his lips touched mine—not the butterflies or the rush of adrenaline, nothing. I shook my head of the thoughts and started the car, ready to drive home, when I caught sight of someone familiar walking into the building.
I blinked in
