Give in?

Online discussions were all over the place. After posting on X, Bonnie felt refreshed. Just then, her phone buzzed.Derek messaged her, urging her to bring him the documents.

Bonnie grabbed the papers from the table and headed upstairs.

She pushed open the door. Derek was already in the middle of his meeting. She paused briefly, then tiptoed her way inside.

He was still dressed in his tailored suit from the office. His fingers were slender and well-defined, with the top button of his shirt fastened neatly. For once, he exuded a restrained and almost ascetic charm.

Bonnie placed the documents beside him and was about to leave when he suddenly hooked his finger around hers.

Bonnie: ?

She turned to look at him.

But Derek didn't glance her way. He continued speaking fluent French into the call, his deep, composed voice steady, while his fingers lightly traced circles in her palm.

Bonnie: "…"