Kissing her

Hardin's POV

I sat in my office, my eyes glued to the computer screen, but my mind was elsewhere. Thoughts of Freda consumed my every waking moment, and I couldn't shake them no matter how hard I tried. It was infuriating.

I had tried to distract myself with work, to bury myself in the tasks at hand, but her presence lingered in my thoughts like a stubborn ghost. It was as if her essence had seeped into every crevice of my mind, refusing to let go.

As I stared at the words on the screen, they blurred together, becoming nothing more than a jumbled mess. My focus was lost, my concentration shattered by the constant replay of memories.

I hated how she had this power over me, how her mere existence could disrupt my carefully constructed world. It was frustrating, maddening even. I wanted to be free from the grip of her thoughts, to reclaim control over my mind.

But no matter how hard I tried to push her away, the memories flooded back with a vengeance. The way her laughter danced through