Defining Boundaries

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Later that afternoon, they met at a small café near Emily's apartment, tucked away from the busier parts of the city. Nathan was already sitting at a corner table when she arrived, looking effortlessly handsome in his casual weekend clothes.

He stood up as she approached, giving her a small smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Hey."

"Hey," she replied, sliding into the seat across from him.

For a few moments, they sat in comfortable silence, sipping their coffee and watching the world go by outside the window. But eventually, Emily knew they had to talk about what had happened.

"So... last night," she began, biting her lip.

Nathan looked at her, his expression serious. "Yeah. About that. I don't regret it, Emily. Not for a second."

Emily felt a weight lift from her chest at his words, but she still couldn't shake the nervousness bubbling up inside her. "I don't either. But... we need to figure out what this means. For us. For work."

Nathan leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "I know. We'll have to be careful—keep things professional at the office, at least for now. I don't want to complicate things any more than they already are."

Emily nodded, relieved that he was on the same page. "Exactly. I don't want to make things awkward for us—or for anyone else. We've got a good thing going at work, and I don't want to mess that up."

Nathan reached across the table, taking her hand in his. His touch was gentle, but there was an undeniable strength in the way he held her. "We'll take it slow. One step at a time. But I'm not letting go of this, Emily. I meant what I said last night. I care about you."

Emily's heart swelled at his words. She squeezed his hand, her nerves settling as she looked into his eyes. "I care about you too, Nathan."

They sat there for a while longer, holding hands and talking quietly about how they would navigate their new relationship. It wasn't going to be easy, but for the first time in weeks, Emily felt hopeful.

They would figure it out—together.

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