The first thing Sophia noticed was the light.It crept through the curtains in thin, golden threads, spilling across the floor, reaching for the tangled sheets where she lay. Her eyes blinked open slowly, her body aching in ways that were both unfamiliar and unforgettable. For a brief, fleeting second, she forgot where she was.Then she shifted, and the warmth of Alex at her side anchored her to the truth.He was still asleep, one arm draped loosely across her waist, his breathing steady, his face softened in a way she had never seen while he was awake. In sleep, he looked younger, unburdened, almost vulnerable.Sophia’s chest tightened at the sight.The night before replayed in flashes—the heat of his mouth, the weight of his body against hers, the way he had whispered her name like it was the only word he knew. A shiver ran through her, equal parts memory and fear.She should have felt regret. She should have felt panic at
The first light of dawn crept through the narrow windows of Alex’s loft, painting the room in a pale, golden haze. The city outside was waking—distant sounds of traffic, a lone dog barking, the low hum of life returning. But inside, the air was still thick with the night they had shared.Sophia stirred beneath the thin sheets, her body aching in unfamiliar ways—muscles sore, lips tender, skin humming with the memory of his hands. For a moment, before her thoughts caught up, she let herself stay in the warmth. Alex’s arm was draped across her waist, his breath slow against her shoulder, steady in sleep.It felt dangerous, how right it felt.She turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and let her eyes roam over his face. Peaceful, unguarded, almost boyish in sleep—so different from the fiery intensity he carried when awake. She traced him with her gaze, memorizing the shape of his mouth, the curve of his cheek, the tousle of hair that fell into his ey
Sophia prided herself on precision — her days carved into neat blocks of time, every hour accounted for, every task slotted like gears in a well-oiled machine.But today, nothing is fit.Her meetings blurred together, the voices of her board members tinny and distant over the conference table. She nodded at the right moments, clicked through presentations, signed off on proposals — yet all the while, the echo of Alex’s voice lingered, threading through her thoughts like a song she couldn’t turn off.“Are we aligned, Sophia?” one of her senior managers asked, breaking her trance.She blinked, forcing her focus back. “Yes. Move forward with the budget revisions. Send me the final draft tonight.”Her tone was steady, commanding — but her pulse was not.The moment the meeting ended, she shut her laptop and leaned back in her chair, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.Her phone buzzed again. Alex.
Sophia arrived at her office before dawn, long before anyone else filled the glass corridors with their footsteps and polite greetings. The city was still waking, but she had already submerged herself in work, her laptop glowing like a shield between her and the chaos in her chest.Her calendar was stacked—meetings with investors, strategy calls with overseas partners, and presentations that demanded precision. And she threw herself into each task with ruthless efficiency, as though sheer momentum could erase the weight of the night before.But every so often, her mind betrayed her.Her pen would still mid-sentence, her thoughts drifting back to the feel of Alex’s hand against her back, steady and grounding. Or the way he had looked at her when he said don’t make me carry it alone. His eyes had burned into her, soft but unyielding, and she hated how much they lingered in the spaces she was trying to close off.She shook the memory away, forci
Sunlight crept into the room, spilling across tangled sheets and bare skin. It was soft, almost forgiving, painting the scene as something tender—yet beneath the glow, Sophia felt the weight of reality pressing down.She blinked awake slowly, her body heavy with exhaustion but still humming from the night before. For a moment, she allowed herself the indulgence of peace, of warmth, of Alex’s arm draped loosely across her waist. His chest rose and fell against her back, steady and sure, and she closed her eyes, pretending. Pretending they were just two people who belonged like this.But pretending never lasted.Her mind, always sharp, always racing, began to tick. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not here. Not like this. She could almost hear her mother’s voice, could already imagine the whispers if anyone found out.And then Alex stirred behind her. His breath shifted, his hand twitched against her side, and she knew he was awake, too. She ten
The air was thick with silence after their lips broke apart, but the echo of the kiss still pulsed between them, vibrating in every shaky breath.Sophia’s hands lingered on Alex’s chest, fingers flexing as if she wasn’t sure whether to pull him closer again or shove him away. Her body screamed for one choice; her mind whispered the other.Alex’s jaw was tight, his breath uneven, his eyes locked on hers like he was memorizing the shape of her, the taste, the danger. For the first time, his composure looked broken, like the careful armour he’d worn for so long had finally split wide open.“Tell me this was a mistake,” he rasped, but even as the words left him, his hand brushed her cheek again, betraying him.Sophia’s throat felt dry. “You don’t want me to.”The truth of it sat heavy, undeniable. They had stepped past the edge, and no excuse, no denial could change that now.Alex stepped back finally, like distance might save t