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Chapter 8  Crossing Lines

Author: Bliss_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-21 18:56:47

Jimmie's Pov

It was stupid.

But I kept seeing it, that moment, that look—the elevator doors sliding closed behind us at the presidential residence, the hallway lights bleeding into shadows, and the silence that should have felt awkward but didn’t.

Devon’s hand had gripped mine — not softly, not accidentally.Deliberate.Controlled.Like he was trying to stop something inside him from breaking out.

And his face—So close.

Close enough that if I’d leaned forward an inch, our mouths would’ve touched.

He didn’t kiss me—of course he didn’t—but he let go and walked away like nothing had happened.

But I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

Worse — I kept wishing he had.

And that made me feel like the worst kind of person. I work for his wife. She trusts me. She sees me. And here I am, daydreaming about the man she married.

I was back at the East Wing office now, staring at my computer screen, but not seeing a single word.

I was replaying the elevator scene like it was some secret film only I
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