ELEANOR
The tension in my body became unbearable. Every second made it harder to contain. I'd lost control—I couldn't hold back anymore. My hormones were in charge now, not my mind. Without thinking twice, I reached out, gently placing Enzo's hand back on my thigh, right where he'd touched me earlier. That simple act sent a wave of calm through me, like all the tension had been released in one go.
But he didn't react. He didn't pull away, didn't squeeze my leg, didn't push for more. We were just staring at each other,—locked in this strange, intense moment where words seemed pointless. His eyes held mine, searching, waiting, maybe even wondering what I was going to do next. But I had no clue either.
It felt like we were communicating without speaking, and somehow, that made everything
