Chapter4
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A few days later, during a late planning session, something unexpected happened. They had spent hours working through last-minute details for the dance, and Lena was exhausted. She leaned back in her chair, staring at the spreadsheet in front of her. James, sensing her fatigue, stood up from across the room and walked over to her.
“You should go home and get some rest,” he said, his voice gentle. “I can handle this part.”
Lena looked at him, surprised by his consideration. She had never expected James to offer help in such a way. The rivalry they had built over the years seemed to vanish in that moment, leaving only the two of them — two people who had come to understand each other more than they had ever expected.
“Thanks,” Lena said softly, standing up. Her hand brushed against his as she grabbed her things. The touch lingered for just a moment, and the spark between them flared, electric and undeniable. The touch sent chills down her spine, wanting to experience it once again, but thought of it as the devil in her mind speaking. Before the desire to experience that electrifying touch again she ran away.
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