Zara could feel a slight headache that was about to ruin her day, she had barely slept last night, her thoughts were filled with Jake’s hands, his voice, the heat she pretended not to feel. She hated him. She hated that feeling.

She went about her duties at work trying to channel her hatred positively to work. The headlines were still the hot topic around. The whispers each time she passed the hallway were still there. She was learning to breathe through them, to keep her chin up, even ...