The next morning, I woke up with swollen lips, sore breath, and the taste of his kiss still burning on my tongue.I touched my mouth gently, remembering how he held me, kissed me, then walked away silently.He didn’t say “stay,” didn’t say “go,” didn’t say anything—just left me in the silence we created with our fire.I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a woman I didn’t recognize, and for once, I liked her.She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t soft. She had tasted power and wanted more—more of him, more of herself.I dressed in black again, like armor, like warning, like a promise that I wouldn’t be touched unless I allowed it.The office felt colder today, or maybe it was just me, pretending my skin wasn’t still burning under his fingerprints.He didn’t speak when I entered. He just nodded once, eyes dark, jaw tight, hands clenched like he hadn’t slept at all.We worked in silence for hours, the kind that crackled with tension, every paper shuffle loud like thunder bet
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