I was in trouble.

By the time we got to work, the shift between us was impossible to hide. Her eyes found mine in the elevator; a quiet smile passed between us - small enough to look innocent, but deep enough to say we remember.

We tried to act normal. Professional. But the air in my office was too still, too full of echoes from the night before.

At one point, she came to hand me a report, and her fingers brushed mine. It was a simple touch - but it lingered, both of us pretending not to ...