Tyler’s POV I didn’t sleep, not properly, anyway. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind dragged me right back to last night, replaying everything in a way that made it impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just what Quin did, it was how easily I let it happen. That part sat heavier than anything else. By morning, I was already irritated, not at him, but at myself. I got ready earlier than usual, hoping the routine would help clear my head. But it didn’t. If anything, it made me more aware of how distracted I was. By the time I got to the office, I had already decided I was going to act like nothing happened. No reactions, no awkwardness and no giving him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. Simple. Or at least it should have been. Quin was already in his office when I walked in, seated behind his desk like always, going through documents with that same composed expression he carried everywhere. There was nothing in his posture, nothing in his face, that suggested anything out of
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