I lay in bed, my body sinking into the cool silky sheets, but sleep felt like a distant dream. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight creeping through the curtains. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts racing, tangled up in the memory of that moment with Chairman Armand.
The memory played over and over in my mind, relentless and vivid. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes seemed to pierce through me with an intensity that left me breathless. The brush of his fingers against mine felt like an electric jolt, one that set my entire body alight even now, hours later. The softness of his touch and the depth of his presence were etched into my senses, impossible to ignore.
