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.

from Elio's palm electrified Candice, sending tingles through her skin and pulsing through her veins. Her heartbeat picked up with the intimate contact. Her body grew rigid,

not just her wrist. It was the first time they had

face her, he noticed her cheeks had

he realized he was holding Candice's hand. He didn't

he had slipped into her

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

let anyone get close. If she was fine with his touch, it likely meant she had feelings for

asked tentatively, "Candice, would you

some thought, she replied, "Can I get back to you

want to cancel at the

for her, he walked around to the

Candice journeyed on, their conversation blossomed gradually. They delved into Candice's work schedule, usual tasks, and latest projects. Although they only discussed work, their conversation was valuable because it gave them

Upon returning to Morrison

a tune. She seemed radiant and spirited, akin to a carefree bird