Desire runs through me, but it's not just physical. It is memory, it is longing. It is repentance.
She closes her eyes. And my heart races. But then...
"Don't do it," she whispers.
There is no anger in her voice, there is no rejection. There is trembling.
"Don't get close like that..."
I am millimeters away from her mouth.
"If you come close like that again... I will answer your question."
I barely open my eyes, confused.
My thumb brushes her cheek, her skin reacts to my touch. She opens her eyes slowly.
We look at each other, there is no office. There is no past.
Just this dangerous space between us.
"Clara... I need to hear it," I whisper, and my voice brushes her lips like a contained promise.
She takes a deep breath.
I feel her breath mingle with mine.
"My heart is starti
