Tessa.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the soft glow of the nightlight that filtered through the curtains. The quiet of the room pressed against me now that Robert had left. His presence lingered like a warm shadow, and my heart still fluttered faintly from the intensity of our earlier moments. I could still feel the memory of his lips on mine, even if it wasn't supposed to be a memory at all. A shiver ran down my spine as I rubbed my arms, trying to calm the sudden rush of heat that had nothing to do with the room temperature.
Slowly, my mind shifted to a more practical worry: work. Robert had told me I would be resuming as his personal secretary tomorrow. The words repeated in my head, like an echo bouncing off every corner of my mind. Secretary. It was supposed to feel simple, normal, but I couldn't shake the nerves that bubbled up like a storm ready to break.
