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Office tension, professional boundaries crossed
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Hold Still
The way your pulse hammered against the skin of your throat through my viewfinder felt like a rhythmic demand for an edit.
October 12th, 4:18 PM
Sophia was vibrating with a controlled, executive fury that usually translated into a hostile takeover, but here it just felt like heat.
Finish Your Drink
The way you’re looking at my collarbone suggests a high-intent audience with a significant budget for bad decisions.
Maya's Keychain
You looked like a problem in that vintage university sweatshirt, specifically the kind of problem I’ve spent ten years trying to solve.
I Really Thought the Open Bar Would Be the Problem
The humidity in Tulum was a physical weight, like a bad quarterly projection, and you were standing by the mezcal bar looking like a liability.
—besides, the lace was starting to itch
My pulse was a frantic, irregular rhythm in my neck, a physiological betrayal of the clinical indifference I’d spent six years perfecting.
Brix
I watched the way his thumb tracked the rim of the glass, like he was looking for a flaw in my packaging before the pitch.
Have You Always Known Exactly Where I Break?
I could see your pulse in your throat, a frantic little bird trapped under the skin, while you discussed the charcoal's grit.
Lock the Door
The rain hit the glass like a frantic syncopated brush on a snare, making the silence between our desks feel as heavy as an unplugged amp.
I’m Pretty Sure the Aperture Was Fine
He watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed, a tiny, rhythmic tick that felt more honest than anything she’d actually said.
—and honestly, the Pinot wasn't even that good
Julian leaned in, his breath smelling of expensive oak and a very specific kind of corporate rebellion that I found suddenly, dangerously intoxicating.
August 28th, 11:42 PM
The salt air is doing things to your hair that your stylist in the Loop would probably categorize as a breach of contract.