The lift chimed, and he saw her move to go, his heart pounding erratically, and a mild panic set in at the thought of her leaving without anything from him. No words, no smiles.

You’re a fucking asshole, Carrero—speak to her!

She had to squeeze past people in front to go, and she brushed against him lightly, causing a surge of electricity and a major pang of longing. It was a brief touch, but it rendered him completely useless. Looking at her hopelessly and just aching to ...