Avelin POVI should not be here. That is the first thought in my head as I step into the break room. It is too small, too quiet, and too easy to get trapped inside. But I need coffee. I need something to steady my hands because ever since the elevator, ever since the moment my body knew he was coming before my eyes did, I have not been able to breathe properly.I move quickly with my eyes down. I focus on the coffee machine, the cup, and the routine because they are simple and safe. I reach for the mug.The door opens.I freeze. I do not need to look. The bond flares in a way that is hot, immediate, and too aware. I turn slowly, and there he is. Leander stands in the doorway with a perfect suit, perfect posture, and perfect control, except for his eyes. They lock onto mine, and something in them breaks just slightly. It looks like he feels it, too. Of course he does.We stand there as two people in a room too small for what exists between us. Neither of us moves, and neither of us spe
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