She wasn’t supposed to be here.
And definitely not this close to him.
The music pulsed around them, but it felt distant—like the world had faded, leaving only the heat building between them. She tried to focus, to step back, to remember why she needed distance.
But he didn’t let her.
“You keep running,” he said softly, his voice close to her ear.
She turned, her breath catching as she found him already watching her. “Maybe because you don’t give me a choice.”
A slow smile appeared on his face. “Or maybe you don’t really want one.”
That hit deeper than she expected.
Before she could respond, he stepped closer—close enough that she could feel his warmth, steady and impossible to ignore. Her heart raced, but her feet stayed still.
That was always her weakness.
Him.
“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me to walk away.”
She looked up at him, her thoughts tangled, her voice barely there. “I should.”
“But you won’t.”
Silence.
Heavy. Electric.
Her eyes dropped for a moment, then rose again, filled with something she couldn’t hide anymore. “You make it hard.”
“I know,” he said, softer now.
His hand gently brushed against hers, not holding—just enough to send a spark through her. It wasn’t force, it wasn’t pressure…
It was choice.
And she chose not to pull away.
The distance between them disappeared slowly, naturally, like it was meant to. Every second stretched, every breath deeper than the last.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispered.
“And you’re still here,” he replied.
That was the truth she couldn’t escape.
Because no matter how much she tried…
No matter how many times she told herself to let go…
Some feelings burned too strong.
Too deep.
Too hot to let go.