By the time I got home, my mind was already preparing for tomorrow. 8 a.m. meeting. Early. Too early. But necessary. I set my bag down, slipped off my shoes, and headed straight for the shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension of the day. Or at least. That was the plan. But even standing there, eyes closed, trying to relax… my thoughts drifted back to him. Again. That steady voice. That look. The way he said my name like it meant something more than it should. I opened my eyes, exhaling sharply. No. This had to stop. I wasn’t going to let this turn into something complicated. I stepped out of the shower, got dressed, and forced myself into a routine, dinner, a bit of work review, then bed. Simple. Controlled. By the time I finally lay down, I was exhausted enough that sleep came quickly. But not peacefully. Because even in sleep, there was no real escape. The next morning came too fast. My alarm rang, and I groaned softly, reaching out to silence it
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