The room was quiet, too quiet. It felt like the world had paused, holding its breath, waiting for something to break. Evelyn's heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't tell if it was fear or something else—something far more dangerous—coursing through her veins.
Leo was standing too close. She could feel his body heat, his presence overwhelming her. The moment his finger pressed against her lips, time seemed to stretch, her thoughts becoming a jumble of confusion, desire, and anger. How dare he push her like this?
And yet… there was a part of her that wanted him to.
Her hand, still resting on his chest, felt the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat, like it was calling to her. She was so close to losing control. The thin line she had drawn between them was beginning to blur.
"Leo," she breathed, her voice trembling despite her attempts to remain firm.
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, she swore she saw a flash of something dangerous in them. He tilted his head slightly, studying her with a look that made her shiver.
"I told you," Leo murmured, his voice low and smoky. "I'm not afraid to take what I want, Evelyn. And I want you. All of you."
Her breath caught in her throat, her mind racing. This wasn't just a flirtation anymore. This was a challenge. And she was terrified—terrified of what would happen if she gave in, if she let him push her past the point of no return.
But he wasn't backing down. Leo leaned in closer, so close that his lips were mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, feel the promise of something more in the air between them.
"What are you going to do, Evelyn?" Leo's voice was almost a whisper now, but it was enough to send a shiver down her spine. "You can keep pushing me away… or you can let me show you how good it can be."
The words hit her like a wave, crashing over her, drowning her in a sea of desire. She should push him away. She should call him out on his audacity. But… God, she couldn't.
Her breath quickened as she reached up, brushing her fingers against his jaw. The moment her skin touched him, it was like a switch flipped. The tension, the fight, the battle for control—it all melted away.
Leo's eyes softened for just a moment before his hand came up to cradle her face, guiding her closer. "You want it too, Evelyn," he whispered, his lips grazing hers as he spoke.
Before she could respond, he kissed her—slow, deliberate, as if testing the waters. And she couldn't pull away. She didn't want to.
It was as if the moment their lips met, everything in her world shifted. She could feel the heat, the pressure building between them, the undeniable connection that neither of them could ignore. She kissed him back, almost instinctively, her body responding to his touch like it had always known it would.
The kiss deepened, and Evelyn felt her resolve start to crumble. She pulled back for a breath, her chest heaving as she met Leo's gaze.
"We're crossing a line," she whispered, her voice breathless.
Leo's grin was wicked. "The line was crossed the moment you touched me."