The moment she walked into the room, she felt it.
That pull.
That heat.
And it had nothing to do with the weather.
He was already there, leaning casually against the wall, watching her like he had been waiting… like he knew she would come.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.
“Yet you came,” he replied, his tone calm but filled with something deeper.
Something dangerous.
She tried to look away, to distract herself, but it was impossible. Every step she took closer felt like a mistake… and yet, she didn’t stop.
“Why does this always happen?” she murmured.
“Because we don’t stop it,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and moving toward her.
Now they were close.
Too close.
The air between them felt heavier, charged with unspoken tension. Her breath slowed, her heart racing as his presence surrounded her.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you don’t feel this.”
She looked up at him, her eyes giving her away before her words ever could.
“I can’t.”
That was all it took.
His hand gently touched her arm, warm and steady, sending a spark through her. She didn’t pull back. Instead, she leaned in, closing the distance that had been driving them both crazy.
And then—
His lips met hers.
Slow, at first.
But the heat built quickly, turning the moment into something deeper, something harder to ignore. Her fingers curled against him, holding on as the kiss lingered, full of everything they had been holding back.
It wasn’t just a kiss.
It was tension.
It was longing.
It was fire.
When they finally pulled apart, their breaths were uneven, the space between them still burning.
“You feel it now?” he asked softly.
She didn’t answer.
She just moved closer again.
Because some heat…
Was meant to be felt.