-POV Derby
The lobby felt like it had shrunk around us.
Jordan’s hand was still on my hip, fingers pressing in with that new, intense possessiveness that had appeared the moment I pushed him away. His forehead was almost touching mine, his breath warm against my lips, his eyes dark and burning as he stared at me like I had just rewritten every rule he thought he knew. The crowd moved around us, people glancing curiously at the man in the tailored suit holding the junior analyst against a marble pillar, but Jordan didn’t care. His entire focus was on me, and for the first time since I had known him, I saw something crack in that unbreakable control of his.
He was realizing it.
He was realizing he no longer had full control.
Not over me. Not over the situation. Not even over himself.
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