Forbidden
Anne followed Lauren's finger, her own hand accidentally brushing against Lauren’s wrist.
None of them moved.
Parang may biglang kuryenteng dumaan sa pagitan nila. Anne’s breath hitched slightly, her gaze dropping to where their skin met before moving back up to meet Lauren’s eyes.
This wasn't just about blueprints anymore. In the quiet intensity of the office, the professional distance they were both trying to maintain felt fragile, like thin glass under immense pressure.
Anne cleared her throat softly, pulling her hand back and placing her pencil down. The clinical, cold facade was back, but her voice was slightly lower now.