Love In The South

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I push open the glass door of the office, heels clicking on the marble floor, still buzzing from the courtroom win. 

Black blazer, crisp white shirt tucked into a pencil skirt, hair in a tight bun—classic lawyer look. I feel powerful, untouchable.

And then I spot him leaning against my cabin door, arms crossed, that lazy, heart-stopping smirk on his face.

Kairav. My Kairav.

Shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened just enough to look sinful, eyes locked on me like I'm the only person in the whole damn building.

I stop right in front of him, tilt my head. "Waiting for someone, Mr. Lawyer?"

He pushes off the door, steps closer till I have to crane my neck. "Only for my girlfriend who disappears for four hours and forgets to text me."

I roll my eyes, but my smile. "I was at the court."

"Still," he murmurs, voice dropping low, "I missed you, Little Dove."

God, the way he says Little Dove... my knees actually feel weak.

I poke his chest. "You're so clingy these days. People will start talking."

"Let them," he shrugs, catching my finger and kissing the tip. "I like following you. Best view in the office."

I laugh, push past him into my cabin. He follows—of course he does—and locks the door behind us. 

I drop my files on the desk, turn around and he's already there, crowding me against the table, hands on either side of my waist.

"Hi," he whispers, nose brushing mine.

"Hi" I whisper back, heart racing.

He leans in, steals a soft kiss, then another, then one that's deeper and hotter till I'm gripping his shirt. When he pulls away, I'm breathless.

"You look illegally hot in formal wear," he groans. "How am I supposed to work when you walk around like this?"

I grin, flick his nose. "Control yourself, boyfriend. We're at office."

He pouts—actually pouts—and it's the cutest thing ever. "Five minutes. Just five minutes of cuddles. Please, Dove."

I pretend to think. "Three minutes. And no funny business."