I didn't go to Bael's office.
Obviously.
What kind of person just drops everything and runs because their husband sent a completely inappropriate text in the middle of the day?
Not me.
Definitely not me.
I'm in the study now, pencil moving across paper as I sketch out another design, this one with cleaner lines than the last attempt, the proportions finally starting to feel right.
Architecture makes sense in a way most things don't.
There are rules, structures, logic that holds everything together.
You can't just throw things at a building and hope it works.
Well, you can, but it'll collapse.
Kind of like everything else in my life right now.
I shade in a window section, then pause, pencil hovering over the paper.
What's Bael going to say when he gets back tonight?
I didn't reply to his last message.
Just left him on read after *come fuck me* like that's a normal thing to say to your husband who's having lunch with someone.
My face heats up just thinking about it.
