The moment he walked in, something shifted.
She felt it instantly—that quiet tension, the kind that lingers in the air and refuses to be ignored. Their eyes met, and suddenly everything else faded into the background.
“You’re staring,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“Maybe you’re giving me a reason to,” she replied, her voice softer than she intended.
He stepped closer.
One step… then another.
Her breath slowed, then quickened, caught somewhere in between as the distance between them disappeared. She could feel the warmth of him now, the pull, the gravity she wasn’t even trying to fight anymore.
“You always do this,” he murmured.
“Do what?”
“Make it impossible to stay away.”
She didn’t answer.
Because she couldn’t.
Her eyes dropped to his lips again—and stayed there. The silence grew heavier, filled with everything neither of them was saying.
Then, without thinking, she closed the distance.
Their lips met—slow, soft, but charged with something deeper. The kiss lingered, growing stronger, pulling her closer as if it had a will of its own. Her fingers tightened slightly against him, holding on as the world slipped away.
She knew she should stop.
But she didn’t want to.
The kiss deepened, warm and consuming, leaving her breathless and wanting more with every second. It wasn’t just desire—it was something addictive, something she couldn’t turn away from even if she tried.
When they finally pulled back, barely, her lips still brushed his.
“I can’t stop,” she whispered.
His smile was quiet, knowing.
“Good,” he said softly, leaning in again.