His Dirty Little Assistant(3) 🫦💦🍆

Loe’s POV

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes Fred’s hand on my shoulder popped back into my head.

That quick touch after we finished the report. It wasn’t much. Just fingers for half a second. But it kept me tossing and turning until the alarm went off.

I dragged myself up, made coffee that tasted too bitter, and stood under the shower longer than normal. The hot water didn’t wash the feeling away.

On the train I stared out the window and tried to push everything down. Today I would keep it straight. Professional. No thinking about how close he...