Damien’s POV

The afternoon light pressed through the half-drawn blinds of my office, casting faint bars of shadow across the desk where I sat, unmoved, staring at the screen that glowed in front of me. I was supposed to be reviewing a grant proposal from one of our regional partners, something that demanded a sharp eye for detail, financial accountability, and a sense of strategy. But all I could see in the margins of the report was her face Clara.

The kiss from yesterday had not left ...