Still wrapped in each other's embrace, Silverstein's hands lingered on Alexandra's waist, while her palms rested against his chest. Her heart pounded so fiercely she could hear it thundering in her ears—and she knew he could hear it too. The air between them felt electric, as if time had momentarily slowed.
Alexandra, feeling the intensity of the moment, was the first to shyly pull away. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks burning with a soft blush.
Silverstein chuckled, watching her. She was utterly adorable, and he found her shy behavior endearing. "You should sit," he murmured, his voice still tinged with warmth. Pulling out a chair for her, he waited for her to settle before pushing it in gently. He took his own seat across from her, eyes still sparkling with quiet amusement.
