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Office tension, professional boundaries crossed
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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.
Nobody Is Looking At Us Right Now
She smells like expensive paper and the kind of tequila that makes you forget your own zip code.
—unless you're counting the minibar
I’m in the third row of the keynote, watching your pulse thrum against your collar. I’ve never hated a lanyard more.