Amara’s POV

I buried myself in work like it could save me.

I didn't want to think that I had made the wrong move—kissing the man I had every reason to hate. I wanted to believe it was a wise plan; to keep him confused.

I partly hated how my body still remembered him. For how easily I’d leaned into the heat of him. For how much it still hurts to want him, even after everything. It didn't feel right.

So, I shut it all down. I locked myself behind spreadsheets and PR ...