“…then why am I here?”
His eyes flicked to mine.
“Because I want your opinion.”
That sounded professional.
It was not.
I started reading anyway, forcing my focus down.
Except it was impossible.
Because every time I shifted slightly, I was aware of him.
Too aware.
His sleeve near my arm.
His voice when he spoke.
The way he leaned in when I paused.
“Elena,” he said at one point.
“Yes?” I looked up.
Too fast.
Our eyes met.
Too long.
He didn’t look away.
“You missed a detail,” he said quietly.
I blinked. “Where?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he reached over.
And pointed.
But his hand didn’t fully retreat right away.
Not immediately.
Just long enough for me to notice.
Too long.
I swallowed and looked back at the file.
“This isn’t necessary,” I muttered.
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