Narda's POV
I was confident until he asked that question.
"But is it?"
Minutes later, it still hangs there.
It hasn't faded. It hasn't softened. It's just… there, suspended between us, refusing to go away, refusing to let me breathe normally.
My chest feels tight, as if I've been holding my breath for far too long. I'm standing so close to him now that I can smell his cologne… warm, clean, and threaded with something darker that I can never quite name but that always unravels my self-control.
And then there are his eyes. God, his eyes.
I can see the flecks of gold in them, burning in the deep brown, restless and intense. They're locked on me in a way that makes my skin prickle and my pulse thunder in my throat. The air between us isn't just tense… It's alive, crackli
