The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped. The ghost of the office, the blueprints, and the cold, judgmental eyes of Chris De Wit faded into the background noise of the clinking spoons and the pouring rain.
We could focus more on with Chris at the office, or perhaps a romantic getaway where they try to leave the shadow of the job behind. No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...
Elena pulled back just a fraction, her eyes locked on his. she breathed. (But don't stop kissing me because of Chris De Wit.) "Don't let a man who has forgotten how to love convince you that you have to forget, too." The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped
She leaned in, the scent of rain and vanilla clinging to her. "He can take your weekends. He can take your sleep. He can even take your pride if you let him." Elena pulled back just a fraction, her eyes locked on his
The bridge project could wait. Some things were meant to be built in the light, but the most important things were built in moments like this.