The office was unusually quiet that afternoon, the hum of the fluorescent lights a steady companion to their whispered conversation. She stood by the window, her fingers tracing the cool glass, her wedding band pressing against it a solid, unmoving weight against her skin. Behind her, his presence loomed, closer than ever before.
His voice, low and measured, cut through the silence. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before,” he said, his words heavy with unspoken meaning.
She hesitated, unsure of how to respond, her heart thudding in her chest. There was an intensity between them now, something that had shifted in the space of a single glance, a single touch of the hand, lingering longer than necessary.
The weight of her ring suddenly felt heavier, but she didn’t move her hand. The silence between them thickened, pressing closer than his body ever had.
Blossom Brooks 