Misti’s POV
My hand brushed his, But it wasn’t intentional, at least that’s what I told myself, but neither of us pulled away.
We had just finished a board meeting that involved me standing in for my boss who was supposed to attend. The next agenda was dinner.
He stepped closer, like he was giving me time to move if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I stayed right there, letting that tiny contact stretch into something more than it should have been.
“I see him most times” I muttered.
Everything about him felt closer now, his presence, his breath, and the silence between us.
Dinner had ended but I barely remembered eating. The plates had been cleared, My gaze was fixed on the table, but my body wasn’t as composed as it supposed to be. My foot brushed his under the table, slow, more deliber
