The room felt smaller the moment he walked in, like the air itself had shifted. She tried to stay calm, tried to ignore the way her heart betrayed her—but it was impossible when he was this close.
“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked, her voice soft but unsteady.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, slow and confident, his eyes never leaving hers. “Because you feel it too,” he finally said.
Her breath hitched.
There was something dangerous about the silence between them—something electric. When his hand brushed against hers, it wasn’t accidental. It lingered. Warm. Certain. Unforgettable.
“You should stop,” she whispered, though her body refused to move away.
“Do you want me to?” he murmured.
She didn’t reply.
That was enough.
He moved closer, closing the last inch between them. She could feel his heartbeat—or maybe it was her own, racing wildly out of control. His fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
And then it happened.
A slow, deep kiss—soft at first, testing, then stronger, filled with everything they hadn’t said. Time seemed to disappear. The world outside didn’t exist anymore.
Her hands found his shirt, holding on as if letting go would break the moment. His touch along her back sent a shiver through her, making her pulse race even faster.
“You drive me crazy,” she breathed against his lips.
He smiled faintly, pulling her closer. “Good,” he whispered, “because you do the same to me.”
And in that moment, lost in heat, tension, and desire—they both knew there was no turning back.