Vivian knew she had made a mistake agreeing to meet Ethan again. The line between professionalism and something dangerously intimate was growing thinner, and she wasn’t sure she could trust herself not to cross it.
But the damage had already been done.
They sat across from each other in the dimly lit café, the air thick with unspoken words. Ethan, ever the confident flirt, was different tonight. He wasn’t just toying with her—he was studying her, his gaze burning with something deeper than mere amusement.
“So,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t feel it too?”
Vivian took a slow breath, gripping her coffee cup as if it were an anchor. “Feel what, exactly?”
Ethan smirked, but there was no arrogance in it this time. It was softer, more know
