Seraphina's POV
Our lips hovered, mere inches apart, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. But before we could bridge the gap, the door burst open, its sudden creak shattering the spell. We sprang apart, my heart racing, as Dexter's eyes snapped towards the entrance. His face transformed in an instant, from tender to detached, like a mask slipping into place.
I turned, my voice catching in my throat. "Mr. Anderson..." The words tumbled out, laced with nervousness.
James Anderson stood in the doorway, his eyebrows arched in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. His gaze flicked between us, taking in the scene with an air of interest. Dexter's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, as he stepped back, creating distance between us. The moment, once ripe with promise, no
