Chapter Twelve

Tan examined the road on the way to the office. The road signs seem blurry under his focus. The traffic on the road didn’t seem to ease the situation. The drive to the office felt frustrating because all he could think about was Gabrielle lying next to him, he longed for her he craved for her touch. He was drained in guilt and longing. Mostly, it was guilt.

He shouldn’t have touched her; they shouldn’t have gotten that far with each other. They should have ended the night with the wine but he let his hormones be master over him. Control was something Tan prided himself in having but if the situation involved Gabby, all control was like putty in his hands. He must be an asshole because he didn’t regret it one bit and if he had to choose again, he’ll make the same decision over again.

He pictured her body, the warm, soft, lithe nature of it as it pressed against his skin. He felt fucked and yet for the first time in four years he felt his body exploding with life. After dating Gabby, h