I didn’t hear from Ethan all day.

Not a call. Not a message. Not even a glance in the conference room.

Which would’ve been a relief—if I weren’t obsessively replaying last night on a loop in my head.

The weight of his body pinning mine.

The way he whispered my name like a prayer.

The ache of leaving without knowing if it meant anything to him at all.

By 7 p.m., the office was nearly empty. Most of the staff had filtered out with quiet goodbyes and tired eyes. I ...