Elena's POV

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my toothbrush hanging uselessly in my hand.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

The kiss.

The way he'd backed me into my desk like he couldn't get close enough.

I groaned and shoved the toothbrush in my mouth, scrubbing harder than necessary.

It was a mistake, that's all it was, a stupid mistake brought on by exhaustion and relief and too many hours alone together in that office.

It couldn't happen again.

It wouldn't happen ...