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She bridged the final inch between them, her lips brushing against his. Julian froze, the phantom voice of his boss echoing in his head, preaching about discipline and the weakness of sentiment.

Julian didn't answer with words. He reached out, cupping her face, and kissed her—not with the hesitation of a subordinate, but with the hunger of a man reclaiming his life. No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...

For weeks, a name had been a ghost at their table: . She bridged the final inch between them, her

We could focus more on with Chris at the office, or perhaps a romantic getaway where they try to leave the shadow of the job behind. He reached out, cupping her face, and kissed

"He says the bridge project is failing because I’m 'distracted,'" Julian whispered. "He says I need to be harder. That I shouldn't let... feelings... soften the lines."

Julian stared at his coffee, his hand hovering near Elena’s but never quite touching it. "He called again, didn't he?" Elena asked softly.

The bridge project could wait. Some things were meant to be built in the light, but the most important things were built in moments like this.