Lana's POV
He didn’t press further, not even a raised brow. Instead, his gaze softened with a quiet understanding, as if he already knew my silence was the end of the conversation. He just leaned closer, his shadow brushing over me.
“I’ll leave now,” he murmured, voice low enough to graze against my skin.
Before I could react, his lips brushed mine, quick, heated, and absolutely unfair. My breath caught, the taste of him lingering before he drew back, smirk curling like he’d branded me. Then, like mist breaking apart, he disappeared from the office without another word.
My cheeks flamed. Damn him. I pressed my fingers to my lips, heart pounding far too fast for someone who’d claimed indifference. The room suddenly felt too warm, too suffocating with the memory of him still clinging to
