Miles holds my hand so tenderly that I want to push into him harder, just to feel him grasp at my skin again. How often I think of our night together. It invades my thoughts at every available moment. Whenever I’m alone, the memories flood through my mind on a loop, even after I satisfy myself.
To be this close to Miles again, alone as we are, sends wants and desires shooting through my body.
But this is the country club, my place of employment. We can’t touch like this. We can’t even be seen like this, else it would surely bring a scandal down on us both. A scandal like that could ruin my reputation and my potential job at Hugo’s news network. It could also ruin Miles’s entire political career.
Neither of us can afford that.
Slowly, with regret, I pull my hand back, away from Miles’s
