Aurora sat behind her desk, staring at the open laptop screen in front of her. The document she had been working on for the past hour remained untouched, the cursor blinking expectantly, waiting for her to type.
She couldn't do anything. She just couldn't.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and her mind blank, because no matter how hard she tried to focus, she kept returning to the same moment.
The kiss.
Tim's lips had been warm. Sure. Unhurried. It wasn't desperate or demanding—it was something far worse. It had been intentional.
This was the first time his kiss wasn't rushed. The first time his kiss meant something more, and a quiet promise.
Aurora inhaled sharply, shaking her head as if that would physically disconnect the thought from her mind. It was just a kiss. Nothing more. It didn't mean anything.
It shouldn't have meant anything.
