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They worked in the same office.

He was her mentor — calm, respected, and always just a little too close. She was new, hungry to prove herself, drawn to his confidence in ways she couldn’t explain.

Nothing ever happened. Not officially. Not until that night.

It was after hours. Everyone else had gone home. Rain clattered against the windows, and the hum of the old fluorescent lights filled the silence. She stayed late, pretending to finish a report. He offered her coffee. She didn’t say no.

They talked. About nothing. About everything. About things they shouldn’t.

At some point, she leaned in. Or maybe he did. Their knees brushed. A glance held too long. The air between them cracked.

“I should go,” she whispered.

“You should,” he agreed — but didn’t move.

Neither of them did.

His hand found hers. Her breath caught. And when he finally kissed her, it wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was everything they’d held back for months — released in a single motion.

Their bodies moved like they’d done this before, even if they hadn’t. Her blouse slipped from her shoulder. His fingers trembled against her spine. The desk was cold, but their skin burned.

When it was over, neither of them said a word.

They just sat there — tangled, breathless — knowing that whatever line had existed between them…

It was gone now.