Alexander was in his home, sitting behind his desk, lost in thought. He couldn't get the thoughts of Amber out of his mind. Her voice, her smile, her touch, it all plagued him, consuming his thoughts like a fire devouring a forest. He recalled the massage she had given him before he had to leave, the way her hands felt on his body, the sensations she awakened in him. It was maddening.
He clenched his fists on his desk, struggling to focus on his work. But her image and memory kept coming back to him like a stubborn melody. He tried to distract himself, but his mind kept wandering back to her. The thoughts, the fantasies, the desires, all swirling in his head, making it impossible to concentrate.