Chapter twenty-two: A Fragile Grip
Alex’s POV Alex sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen, though he wasn’t really seeing it. His fingers tapped idly against the polished wood surface, a rhythmic beat that matched the pounding of his heart. His mind kept drifting back to Natacha, to the tension that had been between them the last time they had met. He could still feel her body close to his, the lingering warmth of her breath against his skin. He hadn’t imagined the way she had softened, the way her walls seemed to crack just a little. It was something he had worked for, something he had wanted. But was it enough? He’d spent the last few days replaying their conversation in his mind, analyzing every word she had said, every glance she had cast his way. There had been hesitation in her eyes, but there had also be
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