The office was empty except for them, the dim light of the setting sun casting a golden hue across the room. The air between Evelyn and Leo was thick, their every breath syncing in perfect harmony.
Leo stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the city skyline. His stance, one of quiet dominance, spoke volumes of how far he'd come in just a few weeks. From the first day of meetings to now, he had steadily chipped away at the walls Evelyn had so carefully built around her heart.
But tonight, he wasn't just about to break her barriers. He was going to make sure they never came back.
Evelyn stood in the doorway, watching him. She could feel the pull between them, magnetic. The space in the room seemed to shrink with every passing second, and her body ached to close the distance.
"Leo," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he heard it. He always did.
Without turning, he spoke, his tone as confident as ever. "You're still thinking about him, aren't you?"
Damien. The name twisted something inside her, like a dagger she couldn't quite pull out. She had been running from him for years, but here Leo was—not running, standing strong, refusing to back down.
"I'm done running," Evelyn replied, her voice firm, as she took a step closer. "He's my past. You're my present."
Leo turned to face her, his eyes dark with promise. "Good," he muttered, taking a few slow strides toward her. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."
Before she could respond, his lips captured hers with the force of someone who had been waiting for this moment longer than he cared to admit. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into him. She didn't need to say anything. Everything she felt was being communicated through their kiss.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Evelyn let go. She gave in to the heat, the passion, the tension that had been building between them for weeks. She was his—no doubt, no hesitation.
Leo was different from Damien. He didn't play games. He wasn't afraid to take what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
When they finally broke apart, Evelyn was breathless, her heart pounding.
"I'm all yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.
Leo's smile was all fire and satisfaction. "Damn right you are."
And with that, they both knew—whatever came next, they would face it together.