MasukThree AM. Noah gave up pretending to work.His phone sat on the desk. Screen dark. Mocking him.He'd picked it up seventeen times in the past hour. Set it down seventeen times. Each time telling himself he wouldn't call. Each time his hand reaching for it again anyway.The office walls pressed in. Too quiet. Too empty. Just him and the ghost of what he'd lost.His thumb unlocked the screen before he could stop himself. Her contact stared back. That photo. Her laughing. God, he missed that laugh.He hit call.It rang once. Twice. Three times. His heart hammered against his ribs. She wasn't going to answer. Why would she? It was three in the morning and he'd been radio silent for two weeks.Four rings. Five.Then: "Noah?"Her voice. Rough with sleep. Confused. Beautiful.He couldn't speak. His throat closed up. All the words he'd practiced vanished."Noah? Are you there?"Just breathing. Hers and his. Filling the silence between them."Say something," she whispered. "Please.""I miss yo
Noah stared at his laptop screen. The contract blurred in front of him. He'd read the same paragraph six times. Still couldn't process a single word.His office smelled stale. Coffee gone cold. Takeout containers piled on the desk. He couldn't remember when he'd last opened a window.The clock read 3 AM. Tuesday. Or Wednesday. He'd lost track.He refreshed his email. Nothing important. Nothing from her.Not that he expected anything. She'd made it clear. No calls. No halfway. She was moving on.Good. That's what she should do. What she deserved.His chest felt like someone had carved it out with a dull knife.He forced his eyes back to the contract. Made it through another paragraph before his mind wandered to her apartment. Small. Cheap. Nothing like what she deserved. He'd looked it up online. Stalked the address like a creep.The building had peeling paint. Bars on the ground floor windows. A parking lot with more cracks than asphalt.She was living there because of him. Because he
The apartment smelled like paint and someone else's life.Leighton stood in the middle of the empty living room. One bedroom. Tiny kitchen. A bathroom with water stains on the ceiling. It was all she could afford on her new salary. All she deserved, apparently.Her boxes sat piled against the wall. Unopened. She'd been here three days and couldn't find the energy to unpack.Her phone sat on the counter. Dark. Silent. She'd read Noah's texts fifty times. Memorized every word. Then deleted them.She hadn't responded. Hadn't called. Hadn't reached out.Because if she started, she wouldn't stop. And stopping was the only way to survive this.Monday morning, she dressed for her first day. Black pants. White blouse. Nothing special. Nothing that felt like her.The office was downtown. Glass and steel. Modern. Impressive.Mark Chen greeted her with a warm handshake. "Leighton! Welcome to Catalyst Creative. Ready for your first day?""Absolutely."He showed her to her desk. Introduced her to
Leighton woke to sunlight streaming through Noah's window.For a moment, she forgot. Let herself believe this was just another morning. That she wasn't leaving. That his arm around her waist meant something permanent.Then reality crashed back.Today. She was leaving today.Noah's breathing was steady against her neck. Still asleep. She turned carefully, not wanting to wake him. Wanting to memorize his face in the morning light. The way his hair fell across his forehead. The slight scruff on his jaw. The peace in his expression that only came when he slept.She'd never see this again. Never wake up next to him. Never feel this safe.Her throat tightened. She blinked hard against the burning in her eyes.His eyes opened. Dark and immediately aware. Like he'd known she was watching.They stared at each other. Neither speaking. Both knowing these were their last moments alone."I should go," she whispered. "Before Chloe wakes up."His arm tightened around her waist. "Not yet.""Noah..."
Noah carried her upstairs.She protested weakly, said she could walk, but he ignored her. Held her against his chest like she weighed nothing. Like he could keep her if he just didn't let go.In his room, he laid her on the bed. Found a warm washcloth in the bathroom. Cleaned her gently, carefully. She watched him the whole time, eyes soft in the dim light.When he finished, he climbed in beside her. Pulled the covers over both of them. She curled into his side immediately, head on his chest, leg thrown over his.They didn't speak. Just breathed together. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her shoulder. Her hand rested over his heart."Tell me something," she said finally. Her voice was quiet. Tired."Like what?""Something real. Something you don't usually share."He was silent for a long moment. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling the weight of her against him."My dad left when I was seven," he said. "Just packed a bag one day and walked out. Didn't say goodbye. Didn't explain. Just g
Noah couldn't sleep again. The clock on his nightstand glowed 1:47 AM, Monday now technically, but it still felt like Sunday night. One day left. The house pressed in around him, too still, like it already knew she was gone.His phone lit up on the sheet beside him. A single text.Leighton: Come to your office.Nothing else. No emoji, no please. Just that.He stared at the words until the screen dimmed. Then he pulled on gray sweatpants and walked barefoot down the hall. The house was dark except for the thin strip of light leaking under his office door.He turned the handle slowly and pushed it open.Leighton was sprawled across the wide mahogany desk, completely naked. Her back arched just enough to lift her breasts, knees bent, feet flat on the cool wood, thighs parted. The desk lamp painted warm gold over her skin, catching on the faint sheen of sweat already there. Her dark hair fanned out around her head like spilled ink. She watched him with steady eyes, lips slightly swollen,







