(Lena)
The air between us felt dangerous in a way that made common sense harder to hold onto. I could hear my own breathing too clearly, could feel the heat coming off him without a single touch. His eyes stayed on mine with the kind of focus that made the room feel smaller.
"You should step back," I said.
"You first."
"That's not how this works."
"It appears to be exactly how this works."
I should've laughed it off or turned away or reminded him of every reason this was a terrible idea. Instead I stayed where I was, notebook still in one hand, pulse doing something deeply unhelpful. He noticed that too, which only made it worse.
"Cole."
The warning came out softer than I intended.
His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. That tiny movement sent heat throu
