The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, and the moment they did, the air between us thickened. We were alone—just the two of us in this small, confined space and neither of us could wait any longer. The dinner had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to the heat that had been building between us the entire evening. I could feel it in every glance, every touch, every word that passed between us. It was undeniable.
As the elevator ascended, I felt Alexander’s hand brush against mine. It was a simple touch, but it sent a spark through me that made my pulse quicken. I glanced up at him, and before I could say anything, he was already pulling me closer. His lips met mine in a kiss that was hard and hungry, not the soft, sweet kind we shared earlier, but one filled with urgent desire.
