For a second, neither of us moves.
The air in the break room feels too thick. Too small.
His words settle heavily between us.
I notice every little detail too, Nova.
My pulse stumbles again, traitorous and uneven, and judging by the look in his eyes, he hears that too.
His gaze stays locked on mine for a long moment before it drifts slowly to the mug clenched in my hands.
“You’re holding that thing like it offended you personally.”
I glance down and realize my knuckles have gone pale around the ceramic.
Slowly, I loosen my grip.
“You enjoy this way too much,” I mutter.
“Enjoy what?”
“Making me uncomfortable.”
That faint smile appears again, quieter this time. Less mocking. More dangerous.
“You’re not uncomfortable.”
Heat creeps up my neck. “You are unbelievably arrogant.”
“A
