Emily’s POV
I froze at his question, my mind racing as I grappled with conflicting emotions. Jace’s intense gaze bore into me, waiting for a response, his proximity sending a shiver down my spine.
“I... I have to go,” I said softly, my hand trembling as I reached for the car door handle. But before I could open it, Jace’s hand shot out, gripping my arm gently but firmly.
“Wait,” he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “I shouldn’t have asked that. Forgive me. I know you feel nothing for him. Jason is just your boss. Right?
I turned back, his words slicing through me like a knife. The air in the car felt charged, electric, as if the wrong move could set off an explosion.
'' I... I,'' I stuttered.
“ “Shh,” Jace’s voice cut through the tension,'' You do not have to say anything
