Novels by Moreof_biits

Evan’s POVEveryone filed out of the conference room in the same stiff, work-appropriate formation that all corporate workers seem to naturally adopt, chairs scraping, laptops closing, a few murmured greetings to the new manager.The conference room was almost empty.Almost.But I stayed seated. Slower than slow. Pretending to organize my notebook. Reorganize. Zip it up. Unzip it again. I even gave Dennis the classic “go ahead, I’ll catch up” nod, which he returned with a curious glance before disappearing into the hallway.And then we were alone.The room felt too quiet, too tight. The soft hum of the air vent overhead was the only sound between us.My knees felt locked, heart still thudding in my ears as Blake Thatcher: Hazel Eyes, Coffee Shirt, Bathroom Kisser Extraordinaire, stood at the front of the room like nothing had happened.Like he hadn’t once pressed me against a sink and kissed me like he’d die if he didn’t.He looked… calm. Focused. Professional. The picture of compos

Evan’s POV;“I’m not wearing this.”I stood in the middle of a department store’s changing room, staring at my reflection. I looked like I was auditioning to be the nerd in a weird high school musical, the collar was too stiff, the tie was choking the life out of my soul.“Yes, you are,” Hailey called from the other side of the curtain. “You look hot. Like someone who knows how to calculate taxes but breaks hearts on the side.”I groaned. “I look like I’m going to a funeral for my personality.”She flung the curtain open with zero hesitation, boundaries didn’t exist with Hailey Wang. She studied me, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a giant iced matcha. “Okay, we’ll lose the tie. But the blazer stays. You want to look like a competent young professional, not a bus boy who accidentally wandered into a board meeting.”I rolled my eyes as she continued.“It’s all about the balance of these things, Evan”It has been a good week. A weird week, sure… one that included a makeout ses

Evan’s POV;The kiss was still on my lips.Or at least, it felt that way.I bolted out first, trying to walk like a normal human being and not like someone who had just swapped saliva next to a sink. I didn’t look back. I Couldn’t. If I did, I might’ve dragged him back in there and missed my flight for round two.As I sped walked toward the gate, I realized I couldn’t even remember his name.It was like a one-night stand, except with more…mouth.I found my gate, grabbed my suitcase, scanned my boarding pass, and walked onto the plane still dazed. The flight attendant smiled at me, but I probably looked like I’d been struck by lightning. Sexy, airport-bathroom lightning.I found my seat; the middle seat and collapsed into it, one deep breath away from a complete existential crisis.And then?He sat down next to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin.Of all people.I blinked at him. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”Hazel Eyes. Killer jaw. Coffee-stained shirt (now mostly dry). The Gree

Evan’s POV;Blake didn’t even blink when he said it.“That kiss meant nothing. You should forget it ever happened.”Just like that.No hesitation. No emotion. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment in his stupidly gorgeous hazel eyes.I stood there, blinking back the sting behind my eyelids and the what-the-hell rising in my chest.He just looked at me like I was just another file on his desk. Just another item to check off.I managed a stiff nod. “Right. Nothing. Got it.”Except it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.I kissed that man five days earlier in the bathroom of an airport. So excuse me for feeling a little hurt.Let’s back up a little….~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It had been a good week. No, a great one. I was heading back home to New York, job offer in hand. After six long months of crashing in my Aunt Meredith’s guest room, sending out endless job applications and panic refreshing my inbox for interview callbacks, I’d finally landed something real. A full-tim