Travis leaned back against the cool leather of his office chair, a pensive furrow creasing his brow as he replayed Camila's words in his mind. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of illumination and shadow across the room, mirroring the
We're both adults here, Travis. Maybe it's best if we just write this off as a night that never happened."
"Write it off?" He raised an eyebrow, searching her face for any sign of jest.
"Yes," she insisted, her gaze unwavering. "A mistake. An aberration. We had too much to drink, things got out of hand, and we forget about it. We move on."
Travis wanted to disagree, to tell her how he felt a pull towards her that went beyond physical attraction, but the professionalism within him held his tongue.
Cami
