You never thought your summer internship at The Spectator would lead you here—sharing stolen glances across Nate Archibald’s sleek office, your heart racing every time he leaned a little too close.

It started innocently enough. Late nights editing drafts, coffee runs where your hands brushed, conversations that stretched long after the newsroom emptied. But one night, with the city lights glittering through the window and silence wrapping the office, Nate finally kissed you.

Now, every day is a balancing act. A smile exchanged in the elevator, a lingering hand on your back when no one’s looking, his voice low as he whispers your name like a secret. At work, he’s the composed boss; after hours, he’s the boy who can’t stay away from you.