The rain in Amsterdam didn’t just fall; it blurred the world into a watercolor of greys and neon reflections. Inside the small, dimly lit café, Elena sat across from Julian, the silence between them heavier than the storm outside.
Elena pulled back just a fraction, her eyes locked on his. she breathed. (But don't stop kissing me because of Chris De Wit.) "Don't let a man who has forgotten how to love convince you that you have to forget, too."
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. No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...
Chris was Julian’s former mentor—a man whose influence in the architectural world was as vast as it was cold. Since Julian started working at De Wit’s firm, the light in his eyes had been replaced by a frantic, perfectionist twitch. Chris didn't just demand excellence; he demanded Julian’s entire soul, making him feel that any moment of personal joy was a betrayal of his "potential."
Elena reached across the table, her fingers catching his. Julian flinched, his eyes darting to the door as if De Wit himself might walk in and dock his future for the crime of affection. The rain in Amsterdam didn’t just fall; it
"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 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. she breathed
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.