The sharp knock on the door sliced through the quiet like a sudden crack of thunder in a still room.
He froze.
Not just from the sound—but from the possibility of who might be standing on the other side.
He paused—heart pounding, breath caught—caught between hesitation and a sudden surge of something he hadn’t expected.
Who could it be?
His hand was still on the last button of his shirt, halfway to the shower, mind still tangled in the feel of her—her—pressed against him in the elevator. The scent of her still clung to his chest like a curse he didn’t want lifted.
His jaw clenched. His pulse roared.
It couldn’t be her. Could it?
He’d walked away before he did something reckless. But maybe she’d followed. Maybe she felt it too—that charged pause in the elevator, the near-kiss that h
