Lisa’s POV
“Careful,” he murmured.
Low.
Close.
Too close.
I pulled back immediately.
“I didn’t ask you to catch me.”
A pause.
Then…
“You didn’t have to,” he said.
My jaw tightened.
“Let’s try that again,” the coordinator said quickly, pretending nothing had happened.
Of course.
Because everything here was about perfection.
This time, I walked slower.
More careful.
More aware.
We stopped in front of each other.
Closer now.
Still.
“Hands,” the coordinator instructed.
I hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then I placed my hand in his.
And that was a mistake.
Because his grip…
Firm.
Warm.
Controlled.
Not tight.
Not forceful.
But intentional.
Like he knew exactly how much pressure to apply.
My fingers twitched slightly.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
“Relax,” he sai
