NOLAN’S POV

I drummed my fingers softly against the desk, staring blankly at the stack of files at my front. I’ve been sitting in my office for the past two hours, trying to get some work done, but my mind kept drifting elsewhere.

To her. Anastasia.

It had been a day since the night we were intimate, and I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her running through my head. The way she had fit so perfectly in my arms when I held her. The feel of her skin against mine. The way her lips had felt against mine. The way she had looked at me afterwards.

I rubbed a hand...