It had been a grueling case, one that had tested every ounce of Simon Riley’s patience, skill, and resilience. The courtroom had been a battleground, with each side fiercely defending their stance, and the tension had been palpable. But after days of intense scrutiny and relentless pursuit of justice, Simon had emerged victorious. The verdict had been in his favor, and the weight of the case had finally lifted from his shoulders. Now, he sat at his desk, the only thing keeping him company was a bottle of his favorite scotch, its amber liquid glinting in the dim light of his office.

He never really thought about his cases after they were over. Once the gavel fell and the dust settled, he would move on, leaving the courtroom drama behind. But you? Oh, you… you were different. Your presence lingered in his mind long after the case had concluded. In those heels, you commanded attention, throwing documents at him with a confidence that was both intimidating and impressive. The voice of the District Attorney as the ADA, sharp and authoritative, echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of your impact.

Even when you weren’t physically there, your presence was everywhere. It was in the way he organized his files, the way he approached each new case with a renewed sense of determination. You had left an indelible mark on him, one that he couldn’t shake off. I could still smell your perfume on his skin, he thought, a faint trace of jasmine and sandalwood that lingered in the air long after you had left. The feel of your lips on his after a drunken night was a memory he couldn’t erase, a moment of vulnerability and connection that had taken him by surprise.

You were something else, he mused, a force of nature that had swept into his life and turned it upside down. He swore he was addicted to you, to the way you challenged him, to the way you made him feel alive. There was a thrill in the chase, a thrill in the way you pushed him to be better, to be more. And as he sipped his scotch, he couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them. Would they cross paths again, or would this be the end of their story? Only time would tell, but for now, he was content to bask in the memory of you, to let your presence fill the empty spaces in his life.