ANMELDENThe Summer Mixer hummed around them like a living thing-soft jazz drifting from the quartet, crystal glasses clinking, laughter rising and falling under strings of warm lights. The rooftop felt magical, the city skyline glittering beyond, but Andrea’s stomach was a tight knot.She stood beside Henry, smiling politely at the couple he was speaking with, nodding at their chatter about investments and travel. But her mind was spinning. Every few seconds her eyes flicked toward his mother across the room. The woman’s gaze kept landing on her-cool, assessing, lips pressed into a thin line that never quite became a real smile.She already hates me.Andrea’s fingers tightened around her clutch. The emerald dress suddenly felt too bright, too noticeable. She leaned toward Henry, her voice barely audible over the music. “I’m going to call Mindy real quick. She said she’d be here by now.”Henry nodded, brushing his thumb lightly over her lower back. “Take your time. I’ll be right here.”She sli
Andrea stared at Henry, the question still ringing in the quiet of the penthouse.“Will you be my date for the Summer Mixer tomorrow?"Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard it felt like it might crack. The words wouldn’t come. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but nothing came out.Tomorrow.His parents would be there.The entire company would see them together.Everyone would know.What if they don’t like me?What if I embarrass him?What if this is moving too fast and I wake up one day feeling small again?The old fears crashed over her like cold water–Caleb’s voice in her head calling her boring, uptight and not enough. The way she had promised herself she would never let anyone make her feel that way again. And now here she was, in Henry’s arms after the most perfect night of her life, and everything suddenly felt terrifyingly real.Henry waited, patient as always, thumbs still stroking gentle circles over her knuckles. His eyes were soft, no pressure, just quiet hope.
Andrea woke slowly, cocooned in warmth. Henry’s arm was draped heavily across her waist, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her cheek. The faint scent of last night lingered on his skin-candle wax, roses, and him. Rose petals were scattered across the sheets, a few stuck to her shoulder and his forearm.She didn’t move at first. She just listened to his heartbeat and let herself feel everything. Safe. Wanted. Terrified.Henry stirred, his hand sliding up her back in a slow, sleepy caress. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.Andrea tilted her face up. His eyes were half-lidded, hair messy, and the small smile on his lips was softer than anything she’d ever seen from him in the office. “Morning,” she whispered back.They stayed like that for a while, no rush, no words, just quiet breathing and gentle touches. Henry’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder while she rested her palm over his heart. It felt dan
Andrea stood in the center of her transformed bedroom, fingertips still hovering over the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone. The room glowed around her-rose petals scattered across the silk sheets, candles flickering in soft clusters, the new cream walls and elegant chandelier turning the once-simple space into something intimate and breathtaking.Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. She turned slowly to face Henry, her lips parting, voice soft but steady. “If you did all this just to make up for yesterday… then you’re 100% forgiven.”Henry’s dark eyes softened. For a moment he didn’t speak-he just looked at her, the corner of his mouth lifting in the gentlest smile she had ever seen. “I’m glad you’re happy.”Andrea’s cheeks burned. Before she could overthink it, before her nerves could pull her back, she stepped forward, rose onto her toes, and pressed her lips to his in a brief, shy kiss. It was quick and tentative. Her mouth barely lingered befor
The drive home from the restaurant was quiet in the best way. Andrea sat in the passenger seat with her hand still laced through Henry’s, the city lights sliding across her face in fleeting ribbons of gold and white. The hum of the tires on asphalt was steady, soothing, and every so often Henry would glance over at her. His smile was small, private, the kind of smile that looked like he was still savoring the evening they had just shared.Andrea caught one of those glances and felt her chest tighten. She wasn’t used to being looked at like that—like she was more than just company, more than just a distraction. She shifted slightly, brushing her thumb across the back of his hand, and tried to steady the nervous flutter low in her stomach.When they stepped into the penthouse, the lights were already dimmed low, casting the space in a soft amber glow. Henry didn’t let go of her hand. His grip was firm but gentle, as though he was afraid she might slip away if he loosened it.“Come with m
The rooftop restaurant sat high above the city like a secret garden in the sky. Warm golden string lights draped over flowering vines, and the skyline glittered below like scattered diamonds. Their table was tucked in a quiet corner, shielded by a low hedge of white roses, with a single candle flickering between them and soft jazz playing in the background.Henry pulled out Andrea’s chair with easy grace, then took the seat across from her. The moment he sat down, his eyes found hers and stayed there–warm, steady, completely focused. No CEO mask. No teasing smirk. Just Henry looking at her like she was the only thing worth noticing tonight.He ordered her favorite wine without asking, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table.“Tell me something small,” he said, voice low and gentle. “What’s one thing that always makes you smile, even on bad days?”Andrea smiled shyly, fingers tracing the stem of her glass. “Old jazz records. The really scratchy ones from the 50s and 60s. I use







