When He Stops Pretending
--- Chapter 21 The door shut behind them with a soft click. The world didn’t crash. There were no explosions. No enemies. No contracts. Just silence. Evelyn stood there for a moment, her back against the door, her breathing uneven. The air between them felt heavy — not awkward, not uncertain — but charged. Dominic stood a few steps away, jacket discarded, sleeves slightly rolled, watching her like a man standing at the edge of something he had sworn never to fall into. “You’re staring,” she whispered. “I know.” He didn’t look away. And that was what made her heart pound harder. There was no teasing in his expression tonight. No calculated charm. No cold restraint. Just hunger. Not reckless hunger. The kind born from holding back for far too long. He stepped closer. One s
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