Liora’s POV
The weekend came, but the rest I expected didn’t. I told myself I needed to stay busy, that keeping my head down at the headquarters would keep me from thinking too much about Rowan. About the quiet between us that wasn’t uncomfortable, or the look he’d given me when I left that night with noodles and laughter still in the air. It had been… good. Strangely good.
The kind of evening that left me replaying moments long after I shouldn’t have cared. The faint smile he’d tried to hide. The way he’d said “Goodnight, Liora,” like it actually meant something.
But this was business. Nothing more. I spent most of Saturday reviewing reports, organizing files, pretending not to notice that the clock seemed louder than usual. By the time night fell, my mind was still restless, r
