Monday morning, 7 AM. I arrived at the coffee shop first, ordered my usual vanilla latte, and claimed the back corner table where we couldn’t be seen from the street. Where no one from the office would spot us together and start asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer.
Nate walked in at 7:03. The moment he saw me, he hesitated, his hand still on the door. Something flickered across his face, too quick for me to read, before he crossed the coffee shop and slid into the seat across from me.
We stared at each other in loaded silence. God, he looked good. Too good. The memory of his hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, his voice rough in my ear flooded back, making my pulse quicken.
“So,” I said finally, my throat tight.
“So.” His eyes held mine, dark and unreadable.
The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything we’d done and everything we weren’t saying. My fingers tightened around my cup.
“This is stupid,” he said, leaning forward. “We’re adults. We can talk about what h
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