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Two days after our confessions, I found myself sitting at my desk, the familiar buzz of PA work swirling around me like a comforting tide, emails stacking up in my inbox, notifications popping up on the Aurora app begging for my attention, and Xavier's jam-packed calendar glaring back at me.
Sunlight poured through the big office windows, warming the sleek surfaces and glinting off my coffee mug, which had turned lukewarm while I got lost in typing replies and sorting out meeting notes. Yet, my thoughts kept wandering back to those quiet moments we'd stolen since that night: how Xavier's hand brushed against mine when no one was watching, the rare softness in his gaze when our eyes met across the room.
Everything felt fresh, electric...even a little surreal, like I was living in one of those rom-coms I secretly adored but pretended to mock.
Damn, I was far from getting married...but for some reason it felt like I was in the honeymoon phase.
