The next evening, Emma could barely focus on work. All day her mind kept replaying that kiss. The way Alex’s tongue had moved against hers. The hard press of his body. How wet she had gotten just from his mouth. By the time the last customer left and the rain started again, she was already aching.
She didn’t have to wait long.
The bell jingled at exactly eight-thirty. Alex stepped inside, hair damp from the rain, wearing a black shirt that clung to his shoulders. He didn’t say hello. He just looked at her, eyes dark and hungry, then turned and locked the front door with a soft click.
Emma’s heart jumped. She came out from behind the counter, hands a little shaky.
“You came back,” she said quietly.
“I told you that was just the beginning.” His voice was low, rough. He walked straight t
