The Wrong Woman

Lust was a common feeling that transcended gender boundaries. It would be hard to believe anyone who claimed they'd never experienced it.

"I'm not immune to lust either. Last time, it was because I—" Elio began to explain, but Candice's phone rang.

She quickly fumbled for her phone, clearly flustered. The ringing drowned out Elio's voice. "I... have feelings for you."

"Hello, Grandma!" Candice greeted, her voice tinged with guilt as she held the phone to her ear. "Don't worry. I'm just with a friend, and I'll be home soon. "No, there's no need for Jasper to pick me up. I'll get a cab. And please, stop treating me like a child. I'm an adult, almost 23. Alright, fine. Bye."

After ending the call, Candice stowed her phone in her bag and looked up at Elio. "What were you saying?"

Elio's expression tightened, his words seemingly caught in his throat. After a few moments of silence, he reached for his car keys. "I'll drive you home." "No, I'll take a cab." Candice rejected.

With his car keys in hand, Elio slipped on his shoes. As he walked past Candice, he took her hand and led her outside. Her back stiffened as she followed him, step by step, her gaze locked on their clasped hands.

veins. Her heartbeat picked up

was the first time they had held hands so intimately. Candice's

her, he noticed her cheeks had flushed a deep

a jolt as he realized he was holding Candice's hand. He didn't let

when he had

resisted at the time, just as she wasn't resisting now. But then, she had been even shyer than she was

anyone get close. If she was fine

would you like to grab lunch

taken aback at first. After some thought, she replied,

cancel at the last minute and potentially leave him

car and fastened her seatbelt. After Elio closed the door for her, he walked around

They delved into Candice's work schedule, usual tasks, and latest projects. Although they only discussed work, their conversation was valuable because it