"Stupid, delicious kiss!"
It started with a sock. A single, rebellious sock that refused to stay in the basket and kept slipping out every time Amara bent down to scoop the next handful of clothes. One of those annoying domestic moments that shouldn't matter at all but somehow becomes the thing your brain fixates on when you're trying not to think about an entirely different problem.
Like, say…
The fact that she'd kissed her boss.
Well, technically, he kissed her first, but she wasn't innocent either. She'd kissed back. With gusto. Like her mouth had temporarily gone on holiday and returned with a certificate in Bad Decisions.
Amara muttered to herself as she shoved that last rebellious sock into the washer. "Ugh. Get in there. I don't have the mental strength for you tonight."
