Sitting at my desk at work, I stared blankly at the documents scattered before me. The numbers, graphs, and words all seemed to blur together, refusing to hold my attention. Instead, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Elena.
Specifically, the almost-kiss we had shared the other night. The intensity of the moment, the way her breath had mingled with mine, the unspoken tension between us—it was all I could think about.
Would it be so bad to kiss her? Just once, to see what it felt like? Maybe if I kissed her, I could finally put these thoughts to rest. One kiss, that's all I needed. Just to satisfy this maddening curiosity. After all, it was a contractual marriage.
It wasn't like I had any real feelings for her. But then, why did the thought of kissing her make my heart race?