Adrian woke the next morning with that awful sense of trying hovering over him—trying to be steady, trying to be composed, trying to put himself back into the body of a man who hadn’t nearly lost control on his office desk twenty-four hours earlier.He showered with water too hot, dressed with movements that felt stiff and deliberate, and repeated the same mantra as he buttoned his shirt:Professional. Distant. Responsible.It felt like a lie by the third button.By the fifth, it felt like a joke.He walked into the department building early, telling himself it was for preparation.It was for her.The halls were quiet.The air smelled like coffee and old wood.Normal.Safe.Predictable.He tried to believe it.He stepped into his office, set his bag down, turned on the lamp—And felt her everywhere.The desk didn’t look different, but he felt the ghost of her thighs there.The air still remembered her breath.The chair still held the imprint of where she’d stood, hesitating, trembling
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