The room felt smaller when she stepped closer.
A soft breeze slipped through the open window, carrying the scent of rain, but it wasn’t enough to cool the tension building between them. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a quiet intensity that made her heartbeat louder than the thunder outside.
“You should go,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.
She didn’t move.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly, eyes locked onto his. “If you wanted me to leave… you wouldn’t be standing in my way.”
A slow, dangerous smile tugged at his lips.
Maybe she was right.
The space between them disappeared in a single step. Not rushed, not careless—just inevitable. His hand brushed hers, barely a touch, but it sent a spark racing up her arm. She inhaled sharply, her confidence flickering for a moment.
“You don’t make this easy,” he murmured.
“I’m not trying to,” she replied, her voice softer now, but no less bold.
Another inch closer, and she could feel his breath. The world outside faded—the storm, the noise, everything—until it was just them, standing on the edge of something neither wanted to stop.
His fingers traced lightly along her wrist, slow enough to make her pulse quicken, gentle enough to make her stay.
“Still think you should go?” he asked.
She shook her head.
And that was all it took.
The silence between them shifted, no longer cautious—but charged, alive, and impossible to ignore.
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