The Wrong Woman

Lust was a common feeling that transcended gender boundaries. It would be hard to believe anyone who claimed they'd never experienced it.

"I'm not immune to lust either. Last time, it was because I—" Elio began to explain, but Candice's phone rang.

She quickly fumbled for her phone, clearly flustered. The ringing drowned out Elio's voice. "I... have feelings for you."

"Hello, Grandma!" Candice greeted, her voice tinged with guilt as she held the phone to her ear. "Don't worry. I'm just with a friend, and I'll be home soon. "No, there's no need for Jasper to pick me up. I'll get a cab. And please, stop treating me like a child. I'm an adult, almost 23. Alright, fine. Bye."

After ending the call, Candice stowed her phone in her bag and looked up at Elio. "What were you saying?"

Elio's expression tightened, his words seemingly caught in his throat. After a few moments of silence, he reached for his car keys. "I'll drive you home." "No, I'll take a cab." Candice rejected.

With his car keys in hand, Elio slipped on his shoes. As he walked past Candice, he took her hand and led her outside. Her back stiffened as she followed him, step by step, her gaze locked on their clasped hands.

Elio's palm electrified Candice, sending tingles through her skin and pulsing through her veins. Her heartbeat picked up with the

was the first time they had held hands so intimately. Candice's heart pounded louder and faster,

her cheeks had flushed a deep red, and her eyes were shyly lowered. She looked utterly

he was holding Candice's hand. He didn't let go, and she didn't

business trip when he had slipped

resisted at the time, just as she wasn't resisting now. But

let anyone get close. If she

would you like to grab

some thought, she replied, "Can I

as she didn't want to cancel at the last minute and

closed the door for her,

latest projects. Although they only discussed work,

Upon returning to Morrison

radiant and spirited, akin to a carefree bird returning to