THIRD PERSON POV
Zora had just pulled up at her restaurant. She tried shifting her parking position to a perfect and better spot. She sighed before gripping the steering wheel. It had been a week since Hrolf last stopped by at the restaurant, and part of her was glad that he didn't come back.
She couldn't help but shiver every time she remembered what happened _ or almost happened, she corrected herself mentally.
In her office, her entire body had been on fire, wanting him so badly. That honestly scared her because she had never felt that way towards somebody. Her traitorous body was humming with desire and craving for Hrolf's touch.
She shook her head, trying hard to forget. Still, every night she'd dressed up a little bit, just in case he came by the restuarant but a whole week had
