Andrew looked up at Amelia, and as they held each other gaze, her hand still in his. There was a sudden pull, an undeniable current of something unresolved, that tightened the air.
Soon the room was thick with tension, an unspoken energy crackling between them. Andrew’s grip on Amelia’s hand tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. His mind was still spinning from everything she had just revealed, but in that moment, something else took hold—a deep, aching need that had been buried for far too long.
Amelia sat still, her breath uneven, her fingers curled around his. She should have pulled away. She should have told him to leave. But she didn’t.
Andrew’s gaze dropped to her lips.
Soft. Inviting.
For years, he had convinced himself that falling in love was a mistake, th
